Nothing funny about feldspar

I picked up In Praise of Slowness from the library stack by the door and took it outside to read in the sunny afternoon. In it, Carl Honoré describes the “Slow Movement” wherein people treat time with almost Amish sensibility — doing things in their own time, according to the requirements of themselves and their community (and possibly their religion). As he says in the book, and then gives example after example, the movement is not about turning back the clock, it is about turning the clock to face the wall so it can’t watch you all the time.

This is a great sentiment, and one which I’ve had for quite a while, even though I am by no means an adept. I consider my time in certain instances to be very valuable and I am fully cognizant that one needs to make choices and compromises in order to reconcile the need for doing certain things with the available psychical and physical resources.

In other words, I’m attuned to Honoré’s message, but I didn’t read more than three chapters, because I had better things to do with my afternoon than read this yawny book; like, play with Albite.

I hope Honoré understands.