I spend eight hours working on my masters thesis again. But that's the boring stuff, ofcourse. While I was supposed to be working on it, I read an interesting paper by Prof. Paul de Grauwe.
(I only found the link in a blog post by Paul Krugman) I once took a single class with De Grauwe, in which he explained about the European debt crisis, slightly less then a year ago now, and this paper actually repeats what he said there, albeit in a slightly more fundamental way. It's the first time that I've really seen the true problem the PIGS countries (and in fact all European countries) are facing due to the Euro.
Anyway, when I got home, I played not one, but two sets of MT SNG's and made a profit in both, nearly eclipsing my losses of yesterday. Then I read a bit further in Catcher in the Rye. I've finished the first 6 chapters, and I stand by what I said yesterday: it reminds me very strongly of "on the road"
perhaps that's because they are only six years apart. I really like the style. Whereas most books are going forward at a gentle pace, these are books which someway make you feel as if you're going 100 mph on a winding road.
After I had read the sixth chapter, I wanted to get out of this room for a while, and so I decided to go and take a walk. It was a short walk, but a very useful one. As I was walking, I was trying to describe to myself, what I was thinking, what I was feeling, in that very same style as "On the road", and I realised what I had realised quite a few times before. I can do that. I've been writing for most of my life. Even won a local prize when I was about eleven or twelve years old. But nothing ever really came of what I wrote. I've written a novel, a monolgue whihch is supposed to be acted, not read as a book and a few poems. But none of them ever where good enough to send to a publisher. (Now that I think of it, one of those poems actually was a laureate at a poetry competition held by the faculty of literature, a friend of mine who actually studied at that faculty had send something in as well, but didn't make it to laureate status, eventhough she had described my entry (which she had read before I had send it in) as "trivial". But anyway. I never wrote something I was comfortable with sending to a publisher. But describing tonights walk to myself as I saw it unfold, in that particular style made me feel as if perhaps I could do it in that very typical style. This idea will probably die a silent death, but who knows, I might give it a try one of these weeks.
Anyway, I'm going to get to bed, have to be in the lab in a little under nine hours.
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