Computer Science Guy Loves read And Brazilian Coffee

      I did not accomplish as much reading as I would have liked to this year. I discovered the work of Jack Vance and Philip Jose Farmer as well as other Hugo-winning writers (from a selection, "The Hugo Winners Vol. 2") and I also finished Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol. I enjoyed Dead Souls but it was very remote from my innate interests. It was a thorough and articulate book, a very cheerful one. The emphasis is on comedy and human variation and folly. Everyone in the book is an idiot but Gogol does not make some dramatic point on it. Even in the way Chichikov travels the countryside and observes Russia passing by him, falling asleep and waking up in new environments, makes the landscape feel small and trekkable and familiar. I will have to read his other short stories and see if he can maintain this quality without the need for a Chichikov, because in the fragmented Volume 2 of Dead Souls he sort of flanderizes Chichikov, emphasizing his sycophantic qualities.

Uncertainty as the Comfortable Surrendering of Responsibility

     What is the point of reading if all knowledge is instant and by request? Why do I not just skip straight to optimizing for money and success? Does my interest in literature make me a pretentious bastard? Is the effect that literature had on those who read it in its respective time periods not found in literature today but found in a more secret and delicate place, like shit like custom bee hive etchings or learning medieval instruments with youtube? I think I am overthinking it, but it is clear that literature is not safe from being assigned economic utility. I know someone who is very nice. But he dresses like he is form the 70s and wears weird glasses, implying deification of John Lennon, or some similar sentiment. Can anything good looking come from that? What devil profits off of such cosmic incompetence? Amazon, Google, Blah blah blah. Whatever hole you have in your reasoning capabilities let mother install a gavage to fill it with toys and goodies.

The World is a Devil's Belly

     Sometimes when i am in bed I can only see visions inspired by the raw qualia of plumbless dread. Other times the existence of this feeling and my transient ability to overcome it inspires me to do the work of 3 men in one day. I wish I had stable perception.