I finally finished "Einstein," that monster of a book I received for my birthday (nearly three months ago). Oh my God. Do not read it! It has never taken me this long to read a book (dude, "Atlas Shrugged" only took me a month, and that is a really awful novel... but at least it has style). If there ever was a way to make Einstein unappealing and outdated, well, Walter Issacon of Aspen Institute and TIME fame, you have done a fine, fine job. Maybe it's because I read "American Prometheus" a few months ago, and that was such an amazing read that I find other biographies hard to live up to its standard, but really, Issacon has about much creativity with prose as.... most contemporary hip hop artists have with grammar and literacy.
Anyway, now I am onto "The Brain That Changes Itself" by Norman Doidge. I like Norman. He seems geninunely interested in neuroplasticity and the people whose lives have been deeply affected by the affirmation that the brain really can rewire itself. But I don't know how many tales of "personal triumph" I can take. And I'm only on the third chapter! Oh, no. New York has turned me into a hardened cynic, thanks to rush hour on the subway.
currently listening to:
You Still Believe in Me
The Beach Boys
xoxo tiffany!
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