My work involves some pretty heavy analytics at times (sometimes too often, sometimes not often enough) and my cerebral RAM gets fried at the end of the day. I go head home with my left brain barely intact, in search of a trashy romance novel. My roommate at times finds me vedging on the couch with some half naked woman on the cover of my paperback and becomes rather flabbergasted the first few times it happened. After all, she was the one who made fun of me for buying a physics text book... for fun.
I am very literary. I adore the classics. My personal library is like the classics section of Barnes & Nobles, only better. I have copies and editions they wished they had. I have several different translations of Xenophon's Anabasis, quite a few Plato, hell I even have Euclid's Elements! Then of course there's Shakespeare, Hemingway, Chaucer, Jane Austen, etc. etc. These guys are next to my chemistry books, science journals, physics, a few foreign language dictionaries, as well as the latest rages like Freakonomics, Blink, etc. etc. And they all live right next to the Susan Johnson books with half naked women on the cover. I do have a few mysteries, but that requires left brain neurons, so my only fiction books require ZERO inductive or deductive reasoning. I'll read fiction only when there's no reasoning involved. Otherwise I don't see the point.
Today I just finished a project and was there for only 3 hours. I took the rest of the day off and am reading the Drunkard's Walk (a mathematical term for random probabilities). I wonder how much cerebral RAM is needed to clean my room though. Type A at work, Type B at home.
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