I’m about to write the second post today, for which i have appropriate inspiration, Louis Armstrong is singing his wonderful What a wonderful world and… well, this should be enough.

Today, after a quite long time i picked up a Vonnegut book, the collection of short stories in a not-so-long volume, titled Bagombo Snuff Box. I thought that i could write loads about it, but now it doesn’t seem so. Crazy a wonderful world, isn’t it?

I’m reading a bit too many books simultaneously now: in addition to this Vonnegut piece, i’m reading one about chaos (i’ve written about this earlier), the Alchemist by Paolo Coelho, which gefällt mir sehr (ger. “i like very much”) and a japanese poem collection (mostly haiku, naturally).

Today i should’ve written an essay about a work of Saint Augustine, De Civitate Dei (lat. City of God), at least three pages long, but i rather chose to write it later. Why? Because i think it’d need much more in-depth knowledge of that book than that i have now, and also, writing about philosophy is not so fun when you’re sleepy and can’t collect your thoughts correctly.

Blogging is not so fun this way either, so i’m off now.