i am more than three issues back in keeping up with my new yorker subscription. a more honest assessment would be ten issues behind. i carry them around in my little backpack, but at some point i just end up glancing at the cover and tossing the issues aside. it is clear to me that i am not spending enough time in the bathroom to get through more than just the cartoons. in a perfect world, i would read 60-80 percent of this magazine and then donate it to a nonsubscriber. maybe i should start eating more bran.
in the meantime, i am receiving a monthly subscription to some running magazine as a sort of thank you for signing up for grandma's marathon, but deciding not to run. and, in an unfortunate twist, this week's food issue of the new yorker came bagged with a sample copy of something called fashion rocks. i've barely had time to look at the pictures.
ideally, i would be reading approximately a book a week. i used to be able to crank through about 62 books a year ranging from addiction memoirs to chick lit to books in the news. i have been stuck on sin in the second city by karen abbott for more than a month, and i actually like this book. i'm 3/4ths through the new michael chabon, but it is so good that i can't get myself to even touch it. it's like i'm afraid of it or something. i've hidden this book somewhere so the cover stops mocking me. i also have a copy of endless love squirreled away in chuck's bathroom and i'm four pages into crime and punishment, which i've been carrying around whenever i step outside for a cigarette.
to top off all this failure, the food encyclopedia that chuck got me for my birthday is taunting me from his coffee table. it's so pretty. so interesting. so fact-filled. the odds of me reading this book in its entirity are a little less than me becoming an olympic ribbon dancer. but i would like to skim it -- say a letter a week -- until i can bore the masses with a monologue on the pear.
and on the topic of food, i want to be cooking more. i want to make grand meals. i want to chop and saute and mix and grind things. preferably vegetables. i want to make gazpacho before gazpacho season ends. i want to know the origin of everything i put into my body for every meal.
the hills is on monday nights; real world sydney and newport harbor are on wednesdays. thankfully i can watch these in my leisure, as they are on mtv.com. additionally, i'm a little hopped up on season one of battlestar galactica -- which i'm watching with chuck -- season one of life goes on -- which i'm watching alone -- and i have some big thoughts about season one of heroes and season four of nip/tuck comes out on tuesday. we have inadvertantly been neglecting the AFI top 100 movies of all time list.
also being neglected: the superior hiking trail, with just a few segments to go in the 39-mile route. on the other hand, i've been running again. but i like to get in an hour workout, and, well ... that takes an hour.
now that i have an ipod, i have a designated time when i can listen to the podcasts i've oversubscribed to and the music i've been overdownloading.
now that i have a new laptop, i'd like to be doing more recreationally writing, in addition to blogging and the reading the 30-some blogs i follow. i'm also trying to keep updated on the family secrets mafia trial via the chicago sun times.
what is it called when you have to make a to do list for leisure?