Finished a book already. Graphic novel, which I just speed through since I don’t look much at the pictures, hence ruining the whole purpose of the medium, the same way I turn on the subtitles and read those rather than look at the screen. And, sometimes I don’t even do that. Sometimes I watch something in a language I don’t even understand (right now High Water; I don’t speak Polish), only half-glance at the subtitles, and spend my time crocheting or knitting instead.

That’s right: at the end of 2023 I taught myself to knit. Why? Perhaps I thought it would impress the universe, or at least someone.

Spoiler: It did not.

Question: Why is purl so easy and knit so hard?

I might get a second book done tonight, but only because I read 90% of it when it was still 2023.

I am having a really hard time reading books. In the past week, I’ve read six pages of a book and disliked every minute of it.
Maybe it is the book? Maybe it is me? Probably it is me. I used to go to the library each week and bring home a stack of books. I’ve been to the library twice this year, took out one book each time, and didn’t finish start either.

Can I blame my dishwasher, which is still not working and I wait for the repair person? I would like to assign blame to something. Why not that?

Took a break from course prep (see question above) to rock my Katamari Damacy mask to my local library and my indie bookstore to grab new things to read:

I will be well-read.

As for well-written: One of my courses I am trying to teach like a story. I write down what I’m going to say and I weave in language. For now, that’s the best I can do.

I did not finish Zoo Station.

Onto a world of new failures for 2021!