Faced with all of the stress and pressures in my life, I have regressed back to the pleasures of my childhood in order to escape. And so I am surrounded on the one side by books and the other side with my computer.
I was a big reader has a child, just devouring books. The library has always been a safe house of sorts for me, a place I know that I could be safe at. And so now, I surround myself with books to read for the weekend:
- The Sum of All Fears, so I can read it before I watch the movie;
- The Asian American Century, a short book on Asian and American cultural relations;
- Road Warriors, a book on the new media and information markets;
- The Way of the Tiger, a book that looks familiar (I might have borrowed it from Suzanne’s grandmother, who has a nice collection of science books);
- HTML 4 for Dummies, because it was the only book that they had on HTML in stock;
- Inside Islam, something that more people in this country should study up on;
- Motorcycle Ride on the Sea of Tranquility, because I liked the cover (yes, sometimes I judge a book by it’s cover. Sue me);
- The Dragon De la Sangre, a tale of dragons that live among us;
- The Weblog Handbook, to seek out some advice on improving this literary creation of mine;
- Blackwood Farm, because there is nothing like the literary prose of Anne Rice to make me forget my troubles.
And then I have my computer. I remember my first computer, a Commodore Vic20. I remember playing games and typing programs out of….God, what was that magazine called. I can’t remember what it was called, but I do remember that I didn’t have a disk drive, but a tape drive. A cassette tape drive. Later I upgraded to a C-128. Well, my computer is a little faster than that old Vic20, but it will serve it’s purpose has I play games and type away.
And so I flee, to forget the pain, to forget the suffering. Will this be enough, though…