Day 02

Biking: 7 miles (3.5miles to work and back)

Pushups: 200

Reading:

"Do Andriods Dream of Electric Sheep?" by Phillip K. Dick

From Fat to Fit

Follow me on my journey back to land of people in shape! Today is the first workout:

Running: 1 mile
Pushups: 200
Sit-ups: 50

Reading Completed:

"Third Graders at War" by Felix G.
"Jarhead" by Anthony Swofford
"The Baghdad Express" by Joel Turnipseed

More Reading!

Finished:

"The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold
"The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time" by Mark Haddon

Currently Reading:

"Flowers For Algernon" by Daniel Keyes
"Kim" -> This one just won't go away! Yes, it's that terrible.

On the Radar:

"Tender is the Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald
"American Pastoral" by Phillip Roth (sorry Chithra!)
"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard

March Madness Begins with Books!

Finished:

"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll
"In the Beginning Was the Command Line" by Neal Stephenson

In Progress:

"Kim" by Rudyard Kipling
"The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold

Coming Up Soon:

"Tender is the Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald

New Year and More Books

Finished:

"Disgrace" by J.M. Coetzee

"If I die in a combat zone: Box me up and ship me home." by Tim O'Brien

"Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad

"My Dog Skip" by Willie Morris

On Deck:

"The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold

"Kim" by Rudyard Kipling (seriously, this book really sucks and is boring)

Thoughts

What is needed to make an impression? Thoughts to follow soon. And now, an excerpt from the short story entitled "Conversations After Dark":

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Johnny. He shipped out before I had a chance to say goodbye, so the I found myself apologizing to a phantom.

"Sorry, for that baby, I should have never doubted you. I was drunk, and I didn't mean it. Godspeed and good luck. No, I don't want anything. Just come back home. Baby, please..."

And then two weeks after that, I realized my pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Once again, I am left all alone in the world without sunshine on the horizon.

Haiku

Little droplets fall,

Ink turned to art on paper,

The weary poet rests.