Feel Me Don't You

I feel off. The creative writing that recently seemed to flow effortlessly now has dried up. If not for Craig and his Suggested Listening post (thanks again, pal) and me half-heartedly throwing up some thematic YouTube videos, there would be nothing for you, the casual reader, to waste your time scanning. I have lost my drive. As in the past, I could use someone to a’ muse me (I am soooo sorry about that pun. Blame the brain squirrels!). Hm, looking back on that advice, I can honestly say that I’m not interested in hitting “the Lady”, rehashing the same old ethnic jokes, and I am trying my damndest to break my cycle of insomnia. Actually, one night my body just shrugged off the Simply Sleep that I took (overall, though, it’s done a pretty good job – thanks Kim!). Clearly, I must be following Joe’s “stream of consciousness/mind dump” (like Tweeting with more characters – oh boy!) idea.

Even though the Royals have managed to break their losing streak and, in fact, just took their second one-run game from the Astros, I don’t really feel much like writing about them. Perhaps you might be interested to know that I finished a book Jeni (thanks again!) loaned me not too long ago called Spook: Science Tackles The Afterlife by Mary Roach. From the introduction you learn:

This is a book for people who would like very much to believe in a soul and in an afterlife for it to hang around in, but who have trouble accepting these things on faith.

That seems right up my alley, right? I’ll tell you, though, my first impression was that the book was very dry, almost to the point of boring. Her first chapter, for me anyway, just laid there in a mass of “try too hard” jokes as she recanted her tales from the Reincarnation Nation. It nearly made me put the book down. I’m glad I didn’t because successive chapters became much more interesting and the jokes less ham-fisted. Perhaps you can chalk it up to me just not hearing her voice in that first chapter and I wouldn’t think you were too far off. It’s possible. I will give Ms. Roach credit in that she certainly immersed herself in the studies and methodologies used to qualify and quantify the soul. Ms. Roach isn’t out to prove or disprove the afterlife or any other such lofty aspirations, she’s merely your guide on the rollercoaster ride of edu-tainment. Pick it up and let me know what you think.