good bye oh bio

am i alone in that i start many more books than i finish?

the frustrating thing is that i have, it seems, to get at least halfway through the book to really fully decide whether i'm going to actually read it or not.

i believe there is a point hovering at or around the halfway mark of a book at which i'm forced to make a decision on the value of continuing on to the next page. it's an all or nothing. i choose to stop, toss the book aside as worthless and vile, or turn, and continue on what will surely be an enlightening and inspiring journey.

i don't think i like books that are halfway there. actually, i don't think i like media of any kind that is halfway there. i've found that to be increasingly true of movies. i find myself wanting to be challenged, or moved, in every willful encounter with art. i'm being disingenuous to suggest that i only watch/read/listen to that which is wholey inspiring and a good tough chew. everybody has their easy favorites.

but back to books... i'm at that point with this, my latest go.

i'm reading an autobioagraphy of David Suzuki. i think it's fairly interesting. i've been lead to some 'through' thoughts, if you will.. that being, thoughts that lead me to other thoughts, which ended up taking up a good portion of time and brain-space over the course of the week. so that's good. but, at the same time, i'm pretty sure that if i keep on reading through to the end of this, a not-short memoir, i won't necessarily gain any more than that which i've already gained. so... perhaps it's time to signal right, turn left, and go our separate ways. for tonight, anyway, i don't have anything else in the house to pick up, so i suppose i'll stay with it.



i love the whole world.
J