A periodic news and reading round-up
(or: the most interesting, weird and worthwhile ways I procrastinated of late).
Actually, I didn’t procrastinate so much this week.
What with hiking and camping and wildflowers and whatnot.
But, also, because I started actually using the internet-blocking software I downloaded weeks ago. The psychological boost is phenomenal (wow, I just spelled phenomenal correctly on my first try. Of course you’ll have to take my word for it). I like the way it asks you “How many minutes of Freedom would you like?” It’s a perfect name-choice for the app, it never fails to remind me what its application is giving me rather than removing.
Of course, I’m still very much me, and in my web-wanderings this week I was:
Anticipating Irish short-story writer Nuala Ní Chonchúir’s latest collection Mother America.
Resolving to “Quit Fu*ckin Around”, to “Art Harder” and other “ways” to survive as a creative person.
Tearing-up a little reading a fellow emigrant’s memories of Dublin in The Last City I Loved series in The Rumpus.
Giggling (and salivating) at this delightful food-n-drink piece that imagines recipes in cookbooks composed by Virginia Woolf, Chaucer and Raymond Chandler.
That’s about it. Will work harder at procrastinating next time, promise!