It doesn't really. We just move from goal to goal and then stop to realize what has passed. Or something less cliche.
This fall, I've decided to embrace some literary endeavors. Like reading. And writing. Huh.
Something particularly fulfilling has been categorizing quotes. I've collected favorite lines, or the ones that stick in my head when the page has been turned, for several years and always fantasized (dork moment) about typing them up in a categorized and searchable way. Enter a spreadsheet. Boom. It's been slow going, but I appreciate
all the words at my fingertips now.
Tonight I also begin Nabokov's Ada.
A word on pronunciation... taken from a facebook discussion board:
"Ada. Ardor: "Ardor" indicates the Russian rather than American pronunciation of Ada's name (demonstrated by Marina at 39.16-17: "She pronounced it the Russian way with two deep, dark 'a's, making it sound rather like 'ardor'")..."
And that is all.
(this post is uninspired. if I could remember where I found this photo, I would tell you.)
