Well. If you know me at all., you know that I'm very talented in switching from task to task. Story to story, craft to craft, or.. in this case., book to book.
I'm currently reading 4. Now.. That's a lot. But it's what I have to do if I'm going to read.
'The Universe at the Teacup' is going down as my most favorite book I've read. I'm in love with every word. "A difference is a difference only if it makes a difference", "More or less of something very often adds up to more than simply more or less; quantitative changes can make huge qualitative differences", "We all march to our own metronomes", and "We miss a great deal because we perceive only things on our own scale" are four of my favorites from the chapter on 'A Matter of Scale'. I'm just intrigued. Every step of the way.
'Letter to a Christian Nation' is a book written by an atheist in a response to Christians response from his first book, 'An End to Faith'. It really makes my mind turn. More on that some other time if you'd like to discuss it in real life.
'The Lover's Dictionary' is just a fun little poetically worded read. It's written [obviously] like a dictionary. And every 'definition' is like a journal entry. One of my favorite entries has been akin: "... Did it matter that we both drank coffee at night and both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year? In the long view, was it such a revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats? Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself? We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something." Anyways. I've really loved it.
'Change of Heart' I can hardly tell you much about, because I'm only on page 45 of 441... so I've got an awful long way. But I do know that the last (and only) book I ready by Jodi Picoult was wonderful. [You should read 'Nineteen Minutes' if you have time.] I really love it so far.
Well shoot. I'm sorry. That's already an awful lot of words and I'm not done.
Four miles. That's how far I ran the other day. And I only walked for 4 minutes of it. And although I did it incredibly slowly, I'm pretty proud of myself. Half-marathon training is pretty fun thus far. It was so mental though. I started to psych myself out during the 2nd mile. I started thinking: "Oh gosh. How will I ever run 13.1 of these? If 4 seems this hard?" And then I reminded myself that I'm only at week 1 of 14. And by the time I get there, with Katie's help, I should be alright. So. That's that.
I went of a 44 minute bike ride with my Daddio tonight. And saw 4 very adorable bunnies.
And now I should go to bed. Because I was tired 2 hours ago and I have no idea why I'm still awake. But. I want my Gilly to know that this blog is totally obviously dedicated to her. Because 4 is an even number. And I counted all of these things particularly for her. And I love her so much. Infinity to the fourth power., if you will. Also. The 4th of July is possibly hopefully when I can see her. That's another 4. I'm hoping her and Josh will join me in Greenville for fireworks. This is my invitation.
Also. Nikweeta and Jordan get married so incredibly soon. And I am dying with excitement.