i dont know but i have been so lazy updating my blog lately that i can't even finish this

Reading Coupland

And so I finished reading Life after God. And so I went through some reality check. And so Douglas Coupland’s subtle pulling of metaphysical chords and brutal honesty did not leave me feeling miserable but somehow stirred up. And so the introspection. And the silence. And the confession. And the Prozac. No Prozac. And the prayer.

And this is what he had to confess.

Now- here is my secret:

I tell it to you with an openness of heart that I doubt I shall ever achieve again, so I pray that you are in a quiet room as you hear these words. My secret is that I need God—that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.

And that is one honest confession. And I wonder when this generation will ever learn to look beyond Dr. Phil and Oprah for a sense of truth and meaning.

Hiatus 2

It finally happened. Our septuagenarian neighbor decided to block access to his wi-fi and that left us without internet. For me to write this I have to walk a mile to the nearest Starbucks and I don’t think I can do this every day. So I might hibernate for a week or two until Cox install our own line.

Well I am somehow thankful because I can devout more time to my reading. I am way behind schedules and books are continually piling up in our room like abandoned logs. Just last week alone, in addition to the books I purchased online, we had procured, in a manner resembling couples going to panic buying, 30 books from three libraries in Orange County. The best deal so far that I got is the 6.50 dollars I paid for 8 good-as-new books and 2 cds. I really regret buying books online….

So what have I been reading lately? Well I’m done reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, which is truly a moving story of father and son’s journey in a post-apocalyptic America. I also started three books, reading the first 30 pages of each then repeating the cycle. I particularly enjoy the witty musing of Douglas Coupland in his Life After God and Ian McEwan’s Atonement and Saturday. How can a generation raised without God find meaning in everyday life? This is basically the theme of Life after God. Subtly religious and brutally honest.