I love television, sometimes.
Sometimes all I really need is a mindless hour in front of the tube (yes, I still have a tube - no LCD flat screens here).
But recently I've noticed how much more quickly time moves when I am watching television than when I am not.
I went for a walk in the park the other day. I walked several blocks to the edge of the park, walked deep into the park, and sat down on a bench to write for a bit. After writing for a short while, I took a look at the clock on my cell phone and noticed that only a half hour had passed since I'd left my apartment.
I was pleased to discover that, in the time it takes to watch a sitcom, I had gotten some exercise, enjoyed some nature, and written some words.
When I'm watching television, on the other hand, a whole hour can fall away in a moment with nothing at all to show for the time lost.
I think I might try watching television less and extending my life more.
Notes on culture and contemporary issues, responses to the writings of others, and general observations by Catherine LaSota.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
mm, food
I've been having a wonderful day off from work - just a day off for writing and drawing and relaxing...a little birthday present to myself.
So it was getting on 6 o'clock, and I'd done a little of this and a little of that. I'd had a pretty low key, awesome day.
But I felt like crap.
How could this be? This could be because, ridiculously, I had forgotten to eat any food beyond my breakfast tea and egg.
I had no other food in the house and no cash in my wallet, so I stumbled to the nearest takeout place that would accept credit cards and, armed with my debit card, purchased some soup and stir fried asparagus, etc...
And as soon as I ate, I felt ten times better, sorta like a human again.
The moral of this story? Don't forget to eat, kids.
So it was getting on 6 o'clock, and I'd done a little of this and a little of that. I'd had a pretty low key, awesome day.
But I felt like crap.
How could this be? This could be because, ridiculously, I had forgotten to eat any food beyond my breakfast tea and egg.
I had no other food in the house and no cash in my wallet, so I stumbled to the nearest takeout place that would accept credit cards and, armed with my debit card, purchased some soup and stir fried asparagus, etc...
And as soon as I ate, I felt ten times better, sorta like a human again.
The moral of this story? Don't forget to eat, kids.
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