Given my last post on the collapse of unstructured time and the rabbit-hole, time-sucking danger of context switching. I just got this notice about a book I've had on hold at the Lexington Public Library for some time.
Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Saturday, June 27, 2026
This saddens me so much
Yet I'm guilty of it, too. But I treasure moments like thinking while watching sparrows flitting between branches of bushes when I wait for a bus. That sort of thinking. It is absolutely useful time.
I need to be off my phone and computer more. Today I've mainly just checked my bank balance, my email, and applied for two jobs at UK so I can put them in for unemployment. But yes, I think my roommate has the right of it. He only has a landline, no cell phone, not just not a smart phone, no cell phone at all. I wouldn't want to be cut off completely, but I need to cut back some. I was at a grant writing workshop on Thursday after a job interview and we discussed context switching and how much time is wasted with it, and phones are so much a part of that.