literary diversions

Life grew exponentiallly more complicated when our son was born. Much of that has to do, for me, with not being on top of my game. I have poor time-management skills, and I procrastinate a lot. If I were to fall off the roof of the Sears Tower, I doubt I'd plummet to my death in seconds -- I'd probably get around to it eventually, stopping by on the way down for coffee or to pick up The Atlantic or something.

When I'm not sometimes overwhelmed by life, I try to get some reading done. Some of it is for fun: I enjoy lengthy tomes (Infinite Jest, V., Cryptonomicon, etc.) -- something my wife calls torturous. The latest is Gravity's Rainbow, which has incredible language and imagery, though it's not as rollicking and cerebrum-squeezing as, say, this, or maybe this, which I'm also chewing my way through.

I also enjoy the New York Times Magazine, and The New Yorker, and The Atlantic, and Harper's, and the Utne Reader, and Scientific American... so many distractions, so many responsibilities to shirk...