This year, I will keep you abreast of books I read. Soon I will apply hindsight to those I read in 2019, but for now, we'll apply it to the events of this day.
1st, I wake up. Not a bad start.
Then, I have warm running water, a working toilet with plumbing, and I feel oh so clean and refreshed, although sleep deprived, as usual.
Next, I have clothes to wear. Shelter, check. Clothing, check. What's missing? Ah yes. There is food to eat, refrigerated, clean, healthy. There are clean plates and dishes, despite the best efforts of some roommates.
I have a reason to get up early and be sleep deprived, so I go outside, get on the electrically-powered train, and resume reading the book I began on Saturday. I've only got about 100 pages left, and I intend to read them today.
I have decided the first book I should read in 2020 is 1776, a Pulitzer Prize winner by David McCullough, which covers the ragtag revolutionary army's battles against the British in Boston, Brooklyn/Long Island and Harlem, before finally triumphing in Trenton. I feel fortunate to be able to read while living in New York in the United States of America in 2020. Unfortunately, I'm on the chapter where fortune is frowning upon them. They've just retreated from my neighborhood, Harlem Heights, and although there have been some courageous creative achievements, victories haven't been accumulating in New York these days.
I went to work, and we actually found inspiration from the pyramids via a test essay about The Alchemist. I wrote a much longer version of this essay that I am saving for publication at a later time. For now I can say I read a lot about persevering and talked with people about exceptional and influential people who have made impacts on this world, especially those who "have a way with words."
Anyway, like I said, another story for another day. I came home, cleaned the dishes, cooked the food, and ate, and after that, I completed reading 1776.
Yes, I smiled when Washington got up and won another
1st, I wake up. Not a bad start.
Then, I have warm running water, a working toilet with plumbing, and I feel oh so clean and refreshed, although sleep deprived, as usual.
Next, I have clothes to wear. Shelter, check. Clothing, check. What's missing? Ah yes. There is food to eat, refrigerated, clean, healthy. There are clean plates and dishes, despite the best efforts of some roommates.
I have a reason to get up early and be sleep deprived, so I go outside, get on the electrically-powered train, and resume reading the book I began on Saturday. I've only got about 100 pages left, and I intend to read them today.
I have decided the first book I should read in 2020 is 1776, a Pulitzer Prize winner by David McCullough, which covers the ragtag revolutionary army's battles against the British in Boston, Brooklyn/Long Island and Harlem, before finally triumphing in Trenton. I feel fortunate to be able to read while living in New York in the United States of America in 2020. Unfortunately, I'm on the chapter where fortune is frowning upon them. They've just retreated from my neighborhood, Harlem Heights, and although there have been some courageous creative achievements, victories haven't been accumulating in New York these days.
I went to work, and we actually found inspiration from the pyramids via a test essay about The Alchemist. I wrote a much longer version of this essay that I am saving for publication at a later time. For now I can say I read a lot about persevering and talked with people about exceptional and influential people who have made impacts on this world, especially those who "have a way with words."
Anyway, like I said, another story for another day. I came home, cleaned the dishes, cooked the food, and ate, and after that, I completed reading 1776.
Yes, I smiled when Washington got up and won another
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