How in the world does time fly as it does? It is almost the end of the semester already. Already! No classes next week because of fall break. Then, two more weeks of class, during which I don't even teach. This is due to end of the semester projects which means student presentations. So, I'm nearly finished with teaching for the year - other than grading projects and exams. Wow. I swear it was August 20th about a week ago.

Do I feel that it has gone too quickly because I haven't accomplished what I really wanted to this fall? Perhaps. I did have big plans for what was going to happen. Yeah, it hasn't happened. I suppose that is what impacts my sense of fleeting time the most. If I had been extremely, or even somewhat, productive I might feel differently.

Oh well. Can't turn back the hands of time, can we?

Onward.

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The quote below started me thinking about what kind of reader I am. Do I read to remember or do I read to forget?

Can I be both? I really think that I am, but in seperate parts of my life. For my work I do so much reading. So incredibly much reading. And it is reading that I have to remember - or am supposed to remember, at least. Important stuff. Stuff that I need to remember in order to do my writing.

But...when I'm not reading for work, I'm reading other things. I'm a voracious reader. And, in this part of my life, I think that I read to forget. Or, I read to get lost. And I don't care if I remember it. At all. In fact, if I read a book and thoroughly enjoy it while I'm reading it (which I almost always do) I couldn't care less if I remember it the next month.

I've never thought about this before, but I think it makes sense. In my own strange way that I attempt to make sense of my world.

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Something to think about: "I divide all readers into two classes: Those who read to remember and those who read to forget" ~William Lyon Phelps