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2005-10-24 10:15 PM the unofficial beginning of fall Read/Post Comments (1) |
Well, I think that fall has finally arrived in these parts. I know that, according to the calendar, summer was over a month ago . . . but today it just really hit me that we're heading towards the ass-end side of the year. I'd loaded up my bike, got all dressed in my biking clothes, and as I drove to work it dawned on me that I was not going to bike the five miles from my colleague's house to campus in the 30something-degree weather, the gusty wind, and the spitting-down rain. (I could've done it; I had all the right clothes and I wouldn't have gotten excessively cold or wet. But I just - well, I just preferred not to.)
So tonight I rode the exercise bike in the basement while watching the hockey game (yay, Wings!!) and reading my book (more on that in a moment). And dreamed of moving to California . . . There is no point to upper Midwestern weather at this time of year; it's too cold to be outside and be comfortable most of the time, but we don't have any snow yet. Probably it'll be January before the snow flies. Ah, well. I don't miss being outside during the week, now. And I don't seek the outdoors on the weekends, particularly. So it's a good time of year to think about more sedentary hobbies, like knitting and maybe playing the guitar - and of course, catching up on all the gosh-darned grading . . . And reading, too. At the moment I'm reading Dreams from My Father, Barack Obama's autobiography. It is an utterly amazing book; I think it's a very accurate, honest look at the state of race relations in the U.S., and the writing is just beautiful, in the literary sense of that term. I'm captivated by it. I signed up to read it because there's a discussion group about the book at work, and I wanted to be in the group. I had no idea about Obama before then. I wasn't too hopeful about the book, even, because I generally don't like autobiographies; generally, I find, people really don't have the perspective on their own lives to be able to stitch out the patterns of events that happen to them (and their interpretations of those events). This book is different. Here are a few snippets to give you the flavor. On his first winter in Chicago:
On his decision to leave a lucrative Wall Street job to become a community organizer, amid the disbelief of his friends:
And on the relationship of culture to economics:
And a bit about the relationship of black nationalism to hatred of whites . . . he goes on at length about this, and it's all good, but I can't type it all in . . .
Well, he goes on in subsequent pages to explain the limits of that stance . . . but you get the point. The man can think. And boy, can he write. If you're looking for some engaging reading, then go get the book . . . Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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