Thank the lords, there is a diagnosis: Tsundoku is japanese for “the act of allowing books to accumulate.” Below are a selection of the last couple of weeks’ wood pulp accumulation.
Now, I PLAN to read these on my summer vacation (thankfully, we Norwegians have decent vacations), so I am NOT a bibliomaniac. No need to call the police.
I’m just practicing tsundoku.
I had a birthday recently, and was for a fleeting moment the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. Sadly, I have misplaced my towel (and we still don’t know what the question was).
So keep calm and carry on, I guess.
People say I should not wear my crocs in public, because they are ugly.
Bof! This is half the reason I DO wear them (they are also supremely comfortable).
In fact, crocs are to the emancipated man what cigarettes were to the emancipated woman: A perfectly passive-aggressive way of saying f*ck you to reactionaries, uptight meddlers and anal-retentives.
The good thing about being plus forty and minus happy with your dad-bod is at least you won’t have to disagree with other people’s opinions of you.
So, I tried bending over today. That’s not going to work any more.
From what I hear, it’s good to limit the presence of crystals in the East area this year. Note the moderate Fire and Earth elements in the visiting star. Also, keep your rhinoceros blue at all times. That is all.
Quartz has an excellent (as usual!) digression into the topic of email today. Conclusion: It works. I wholeheartedly agree.
The quote from Devin Coldeway says it best:
“No company owns it. It works reliably and as intended on every platform, every operating system, every device. That’s a rarity today and a hell of a valuable one.”