Lazy days...

I'm still trying to decide on a focus for this blog. In the meantime, this will wind up becoming a place where I let random thoughts accumulate. So far today, I have:
-had a healthy breakfast
-had an unhealthy lunch
-gotten fried at the beach
-annoyed my boyfriend (I think) with my (definitely) childish behavior
-taken a nap
Overall, not much of anything truly necessary or productive. Meeting the bff for drinks later on.
Is this what most people do on weekends? A random assortment of activities, errands, food? I feel very anxious still, but much more relaxed than before. It's such an awful feeling, this anxiety. It's like your skin won't stop crawling. But perhaps anxiety will encourage the creative flow?
On more interesting topics. Amazon.com earlier this week remotely removed from it's customer's Kindles Orwell's 1984. To an extent, I find the irony in this amazing. A novel entrenched in the idea that we are being watched, the novel that birthed the phrase and idea of "Big Brother", where the main character makes a living by deleting items from newspapers to help destroy the past?? That's crazy! In the single moment that Amazon made their decision, which they explained only as there being something wrong with the particular version, I believe going so far as to say it's an unlicensed copy of the novel, they've determined the future of the banned book. I'm paraphrasing to an extent here what I read in several articles that were posted immediately after this fall out. As a Slate.com article pointed out, we now lose our true ownership of novels, when we are essentially leasing them. Think of the future of the personal library. No more walking into someone's home, perusing their shelves and seeing their tastes, able to make a comment on a title on their shelf. What about those of us who are collectors? I cherish my leatherbound copies of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. In accepting the Kindle and other e-book readers of the same ilk, we are taking away the very pleasure of a book.
What an awful thought! To no longer have the pleasure of pages underneath your fingers, to no longer be enveloped in the scent of a room filled with books. I want to dog ear the pages of my mass markets, I want to underline sentences that speak to me, I want to write in the margins of my reference books. I want to read a book so often that my love for it is written in the wear of the corners and the creases in the spine. I want to pass that same copy onto someone else, to share in that singular piece of creative love. In bringing the written word, the novel, down to electronic form, in many ways we are violating the heart and soul of the novel. I think many authors past would cringe to think that their words would be relegated to the digital form, and that no one would ever truly own a book again.