A man studying some branch of learning thinks at night that he has the next day before him, and in the morning that he will have time that night; he plans in this way always to study more diligently at some future time. How much harder it is to perceive the laziness of mind that arises in an instant! Why should it be so difficult to do something now, in the present moment?

—Essays in Idleness

I have turned comments back on.

They were turned off because a) I rarely comment on other people’s blogs, and b) I figured most people read this in an RSS feed, and therefore don’t see the comment form in the first place. But I had a dream last night (seriously now) (you were in it, so pay attention) where a certain person took me to task for being too cool for comment school. So I have taken my own advice. This subconscious stand-in also dismissed my writing as banalities dressed up as revelations, but there’s not much I can do about that. My mind may just be a dope dressed up to play professor.

Also I redesigned the site, sort of. Rearranged, really. Just wanted it to be open and clean. Again, I assume most people browse the internet like I do, namely having websites delivered to them in Google Reader stripped of the page design, but that’s probably just solipsism.

Have moved from Black Jack to Yoshihiro Tatsumi’s A Drifting Life. A nice jump, seeing as how Black Jack’s Osamu Tezuka figures prominently in Tatsumi’s autobiographical work.

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Approaching manga anew is daunting. There’s just too much to encounter all at once. Though we can of course reframe that terror as thrill, that same giddy high offered to us by the library. Too much content! The internet promises the same, but hides everything out of sight, searched and revealed one chunk at a time.

Cap’n Jazz reunion!

Oh Messy Life. Sounds great, actually. Via Donovan of the woefully neglected Overthrown Device.