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Slack-O-Rama (or adventures in reading, drinking, and thinking, in that order)

Position of the feet when either reading, drinking, or thinking.

I’m in a rut.
Which means that for the past week or so—perhaps probably longer—I have been doing nothing but read—and of course, drink—in copious amounts. (I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too but then again, I’m just saying that.)
Right now, currently, as we speak, as this entry is being posted, edited, tweaked, and fiddled with, as I think about what to drink—and read—next, I am probably 20 pages shy of finishing another book, The Blue Religion: New Stories About Cops, Criminals, and The Chase, edited by Michael Connelly, who wrote the Lincoln Lawyer. [See: The Blue Religion, Michael Connelly, The Lincoln Lawyer]
The book is thoroughly engaging; stories include soldiers looking for their wives in the aftermath of the US Civil War, a murder during the US annexation of Hawaii, and female police officers plotting against a stubborn male cop who refuses to provide protection (“cover”) to his partners during brawls.
Thanks to the variety of the stories, the book is nearly impossible to put down.
Why do I say that?
Ever since I began to read this book—which is early this week—I have decided to plow right through it during the long commute to Novaliches, my place of work, where nearly everything is warm and fuzzy, instead of just listening to music on my Blackberry as is my wont. [See: Novaliches]
But then again, if the book’s so great, what’s holding me back from finishing it altogether?
Here is where it gets complicated.
Another book: The Conjugal Dictatorship by Primitivo Mijares, one of the most-trusted aides of the late president Ferdinand Marcos, whose atrocities—according to Alan Robles—remain part of the Great Unfinished Business of Philippine History. [See: Primitivo Mijares, Alan Robles]
Mijares’ book is a bit dense and wordy.
But that didn’t discourage from putting it down until I reached page 37.
According to Mijares, he had unlimited access to Marcos, especially the years before and during Martial Law, a privilege supposedly also enjoyed by Eduardo “Danding” Cojuangco Jr., whose unofficial biography says he could enter the presidential bedroom to wake him up. [See; Danding Cojuangco]
Meanwhile, I wish I could be roused from this torpor, this unbearable ennui sooner than later.
After all, I myself have a few deadlines to meet, both long term and short.
And that’s something to worthwhile think about, especially if you’re nursing a drink. A drink. Now that’s a good idea.

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