If I needed evidence on how much I enjoy blogging lately and how it became a part of my daily routine lately, here is a blog entry that does not discuss my life in a blog but rather discusses how the blog affects my life.
I noticed, lately, that blogging pushes me to the extremes. Why, you ask?
While my first entries were quite carefully designed and written, and I pretty much knew before typing them in where I was and where I am heading for, lately I've been too lazy to think things over, I don't really have the time to think things over, but as I very much enjoy blogging I still want to write something. So I just start with an idea, I sit and type something for like a quarter of an hour, and voila - a blog entry.
Which basically means that when I start I don't really know where I will end up.
It does not take much of a careful eye to notice that lately I have been ending up at anti consumerism places. Pretty much most of my conclusions are along the lines of "don't waste your money on material stuff, it won't do you any good".
Which is why, when I found myself together with Jo today in Chadstone - Melbourne's biggest shopping mall - I felt a bit weird. What am I, the self declared anti consumerism advocate, doing in this shrine to the god of money spending?
The basic answer was that I was tagging along to Jo who needs a suit for work. I imagine she would have to do much of the same pretty soon when I pick up on the dress code of my new job (hold your fingers it's not bloody suits that I will need to wear).
So ok, we had an excuse. But I'm pretty sure a significant portion of the shopping mall's fellow residents, if not the vast majority of them, didn't really have an excuse: they just came looking for some sort of a therapy to be gained by spending their hard earned money on things they don't really need. I kept on looking at all the people flooding the place and the fleets of cars in the parking lots, thinking to myself that humanity as a whole could have gone a long way today if all those people were to read a good book instead of wasting their time here [clarification: the bible does not count as a good book in my book, but most books do].
As for myself, I'm currently reading Bill Bryson's Neither Here Nor There, a book on his travels through Europe. I would like to use this opportunity to say that I think EK, who is constantly dreaming of traveling to Europe, would do herself a lot of good is she gets to read this extremely funny and entertaining book. It's not a tour guide by a mile, but as grotesque as Bryson's views on the people of Europe are, I find his views and impressions to be so similar to my own that it's scary. [To the English amongst thee, I refer you to his book Notes from a Small Island, and I will say that again - I agree with him, although he's seen much more of it then I did]
I was just using this opportunity because I suspect EK will read this.
Anyway, eventually I dragged Jo to Chadstone's Borders shop. She got herself a Red Dwarf related book, while I got us Orson Scott Card's sequel that is not truly a sequel to Ender's Game, Speaker for the Dead.
As I was bored shitless in the shopping mall I've started reading Card's introduction to the book, in which he explains how the book came to be. The funniest thing I've noticed was the similarity between the way he writes his introduction and the way I write this blog. Obviously, his language is richer and he has tons of finesse over me, but still - the spirit is the same.
I wonder if he is affected by the things he writes, too.