Do you think when you read? I like to think I do, but I'm not sure I'm really thinking anything other than the words I'm reading. I read the words and I become the writer's mind, thinking the exact thoughts the writer was thinking, but no original thoughts of my own. Even after I finish reading, I don't have original thoughts (that I'm aware of) about what I've just read. I just close the book and go on to the next one. I don't think about what I've read. I feel about it, but I don't think about it. One reason is probably that I don't remember it that well, other than general things about the story and characters, so all I'm left with is general feelings.
So if I'm not doing my own thinking as I'm reading, and I'm not doing much if any thinking afterward, what does that say about me? I know it used to say that I was a person who never raised his hand in literature classes because he didn't have any original thoughts to express about the books the class was reading. But what does that say about me? I feel inferior.
Anyone have any? Seriously, that's what I can afford, since I splurge on a ~$10 burrito almost every night for supper (but at least it's healthy, see?). Right now I usually eat a plain slice from Papa John's or a hot dog from a vendor.
It would especially help if you know of places in the financial district.
is probably a title someone has used for a blog post before, but whatever. So, every once in a while I hear someone say they can't read something printed in a sans serif font, and I'm like, "Why not?" If anything, a sans serif font is easier to look at than a serif-ful one. Below is my go-to example of sans serif greatness, and henceforth this will be my go-to blog post whenever someone complains about sans serif. The poem is of course by John Ashbery, scanned straight out of the 1977 Ecco Press edition of Rivers and Mountains with the cover drawing by Trevor Winkfield, which I also scanned. I enjoy having a scanner.