The Wonders Of A Few Moments Of Stopped Time

I've been really enjoying Einstein's Dreams lately, largely in part because I've discovered it to be a book that you MUST read slowly. It is comprised of a series of very short chapters, each one imagining a world in which a different interpretation of time reigns. The short chapters are all 3-4 minute reads each, which tempts the impatient reader like me to try and get through as many as I can in one sitting. Really, though, they are better enjoyed one at a time, reading one article and savoring it for as long as a day, and especially letting the resting sleep state give insight on Einstein's dreams.

The only annoyance I find is with the title. There is very little to do with Einstein, aside from his initial theories of time space. This peeved me quite a bit at the beginning, and I am only now recovering from it enough to enjoy it, halfway through the book.

Giving that interview has been quite a draining experience on me. I have a couple of appointments this coming week with friends I am quite comfortable with, and I look upon all of them with a sense of fear. I need some time alone, and I found it tonight sitting in front of this computer, not talking to the people around me. I feel like quite the gargoyle in this currently lively apartment, but the night is still not done. The nature of my sleeping situation dictates that I must be the last to sleep, and right now, all three of its other inhabitants are still awake. There are pitfalls to sleeping in a living room, even for very little rent.

I have quite a bit to do, and much of it is starting to pile up. This will be the end of this post. Good night.