Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Global environment

I always believed what books, documentaries, journals, magazines and experts tell me about this subject.

The massive deforestation in the Amazon is supposed to affect the quality of air all over the world. While the air pollution brought about by industrialization in the US and China raises global temperature.

Yet, some people still cut down a stand of trees for landscaping and beautification. When asked about its effect on the environment, their answers are as irresponsible and as illogical. They say that the amount of trees cut down do not have much effect because the remaining trees are producing more than enough oxygen for the community.

As if a square meter of ice melting in the Arctic only affects people in the Arctic or people living near the oceans and the seas.

As if this is still a world where one can still live without being the least bit dependent on something or someone outside the self.

It isn’t called global for nothing.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Making up for lost TIME accounting

As you may notice on my book lists, I have finished reading three books this month. Alone, Alone! by Dinnage, on the “current read”, and Scoop by Waugh and Engelby by Sebastian Faulks on “unread”.

I was too lazy to update my blog after reading Alone, Alone! Then last weekend I finished reading Engelby in 17 hours minus the time I took to prepare and eat three meals, bathe, and did some house chores—did the bed, wash plates, etc. (I know, I know, I am a slow reader, can’t seem to do something about this sorry state). But hey, that’s 350+ pages, so not too bad really. Started reading Scoop the other evening and I finished reading it last night.

Not bad for a month’s accounting of time, huh?

Alone, Alone! was very interesting because it talked about women in literature, women's movement, painting and others, women who never really managed to become a star not for lack of talent and skill but for various reasons. Gwen John because her work was seen as less brilliant than her brother’s. Margaret Oliphant “who wrote and wrote not only because it came naturally to her but because she was the sole source of support of seven people” She muses comparing herself to George Eliot: “should I have done better if I had been kept, like her, in a…mental greenhouse and taken care of?"....And many others you don't often hear of or discussed.

Some books are just too easy to read while others, despite the interest, are just too difficult to get through.