Category — Rants

I know I haven’t written on here in forever. It is partly due to me not wanting to post from work, and partly because I have this feeling that if I do post something (after this long) it has to be really worthy and relevant. This post is neither.

I continually find myself interested in reading new books, and learning about new things. But, I lack the discipline to finish one before either purchasing another, or actually purchasing and starting another.

For clarity, I have decided to post the books I am currently reading, and that portion of each which I have already consumed:

The Black Swan, 60%.
The Reason for God, 45%.
The Shack, 8%.
Blink, 25%.
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, 1%.
How to Get Into the Top MBA Programs, 75%.
Blood Meridian, 20%.

From this, you can see that I actually do read books (or at least I read?). I can’t seem to finish a book.

I think that the problem lies in the fact that I am convinced that I just HAVE to get the next book and read it.

What do you think? A deeper problem with satisfaction? Perpetual grass-is-greener mentality? ADD?

Let me know if you too have problems with this.

*N.B. Since writing this draft several days ago, I have purchased 3 new books. Surprise, surprise.

Well, some of you may be disappointed to hear that I’m still drinking coffee after my last rant about the tumultuous relationship we’ve had. I last left you with somewhat ambiguous plans to purchase a coffee maker due to the tardiness of CuisinArt’s customer service. Well, I lied. Virginia and I received a couple of the notorious 20% off single item coupons from Bed Bath & Beyond. She is an avid tea drinker and has wanted a tea kettle for some time. I’m always up for trying something new, so I suggested, “Why don’t we just get a French press and a tea pot?” She was cool with it. My only stipulation was that the tea kettle must whistle.

We settled on Bodum’s 12 cup French press, and a Copco tea pot that does in fact whistle. So far the experience has been a little rocky. My next door neighbor is a coffee fiend, and I tried to offer him some “French press coffee” insinuating that it would be better than coffee he tried to make – that blew up in my face. My coffee:water ratio was off miserably. It was like 3 day old coke that was in that Styrofoam cup from the greaser hamburger joint down the street – except it was hot. The coffee has improved drastically, though. You’d think that a chemical engineer would immediately grasp the concentration concept, but I obviously thought that I could bypass the cumbersome (read: essential) instruction book. Wrong. One scoop grounds/ 4 oz cup o’ Joe.