Skipping

Remember skipping? Not as in cutting classes or turning past the boring parts of some books. I mean the thing you probably used to do on sidewalks.

I haven't done it in some time and haven't missed it at all.

Turning through a Positive Thinking magazine from the summer, I came across a profile of a woman, Kim Corbin, who started skipping one night with friends and decided then and there to start a national skipping movement. "'As adults, we're conditioned to conform and worry about what other people will think....When you skip, you get in touch with the side of yourself that doesn't care about all that."

Twelve years later she still skips daily, and as Head Skipper organizes several large skipping events a year.













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Decompression Update

On the 5th day of my suddenly declared reading vacation, things are going well. You might think: of course they are!

But that's not to be taken for granted. I'm probably rather hooked on work. So this sudden cold turkey--being away from it for 13 days--is for me what a silent meditation retreat or a fast might be for someone else. All kinds of things can come up.

So far they're mostly good. The reading experience is excellent. I stayed up until 3 last night finishing Marisha Pessl's novel, Special Topics in Calamity Physics. I'd have stayed up until light if necessary. Wow, what suspense! It got more intense all the way.

And then I've also felt a touch of guilt or two...at the very idea of such leisure. I'm getting over that. This morning I declared self-flagellation to be a sin, and one to be avoided at all costs. Framing it that way may well take care of the matter.

Next novel in my pile is Ondaatje's Anil's Ghost. Will report.






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