I'm back on campus for lectures this week, and have realised how much better practical learning is. I am now unused to sitting for hours at a time listening to people talk at me, and this is made worse by the fact that some of these people really aren't very good. Generally I sit in my seat with the dodgey table wanting to die but am unable to do so due to being in direct line of sight of the lecturer. I spent a couple of hours today watching Tiffany play Plants vs Zombies, so desperate was my plight.

Eventually, I got tired of reading old Boingboing articles, and downloaded an eBook reader on my Blackberry. And what a good decision it was. I leave it running and the book slowly scrolls down my screen, and I simply seem disinterested, as opposed to actively doing something else.

This stems from not being able to read my book, but a phone is relatively unassuming.

So, in the last couple of days, I've almost finished reading One Hundred Years of Solitude (which I started after strong recommendation).

And it is fucking good (expletives are required to adequately express the awesomeness of this book). It's about what's real and what's imaginary, what's magical, and does it really matter? It's about dimetrics and objects with meaning, and without. It's something that I read and occasionally go, "wow, I love that sentence". It's filled with gems hidden at every corner, every turn.

And this particular one had much resonance with me, lately:

(She) felt the weight of his hand on her knee and she knew that they were both arriving at the other side of abandonment at that instant.