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after august first

I have comprehensive exams coming up, which means that even though the semester is over I spend most days sitting at my desk, reading articles, and taking notes on them. Sometimes I take breaks to read books, or re-organize my piles or grouping methodology (I have piles, stacks, binder-clipped bunches, papers wrapped in large elastic bands, file boxes, and paper and plastic folders). I take the exams at the start of August and then I can allow myself a short break for some actual summer activity.

And I think that I might read Infinite Jest again.
infinite jest

I didn’t participate in Infinite Summer because I’d just finished reading it. I liked the idea of a schedule and discussion, so maybe I’ll follow along with it on my own. Reading on a schedule seems just like what I’m doing now, though! Maybe I just need the slow intake into normal reading.

(I also want to visit Toronto, go to D.C., make a lot of jam and pickles, and sew a Sorbetto top. In a blog post the other day, my awesome friend Kat referred to me as Awesome Person Who Does Things, which is the nicest thing ever, and I feel like I ought to live up to it.)

But Infinite Jest! It beckons! To be read all at once and not over a period of 3 or so years. Maybe my mom will lend me her kindle? Anyone have experience with kindle IJ and the footnotes?


infinite, infinite jest.

I losted mah place in th endnotez So summer is near its end and I’m nowhere close to being finished IJ. I’m just not going to do it. I am more than halfway through, though, and I’m not giving up.

I am, however, taking a break to read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, maybe partially because I listened to him tell a story on The Moth Podcast about being stranded in a train station at age 16. It’s going quickly; but then, it’s a manageable subway-reading size.

While reading it on the way to school the other day, a man wearing goggles asked me what I thought of it. He said he wasn’t going to tell me his opinion, because I was just at the start of the book. But then, when he got off the train, as the doors were closing, he turned around and looked at me and said “I didn’t love it.”