I have been liberally anointing my head with bitumen glue. It seemed a sensible thing to do at the time. It left me a little stuck-up. However, the saving of many hours of moustache and beard styling (which normally I have to set aside several hours for in my morning toilette) have been a great win. What’s more it has great waterproofing advantages, and will provide great protection from split ends.
I shall now venture my opinion on the value of super-glue as an alternative to gin to make sure sorbet ice-cream (alcohol keeps the sorbet’s fine grains from forming the courser crystals of a granita). Superglue stays liquid in the deep-freeze and may thus not only serve this purpose, but also means the sorbet will stop this rather pathetic melting process and harden up a bit… yes, well what does all this have to do with writing you may wonder? So do I.
Nothing much, really. It just means I’m visiting my son in the UK and that dodgy senses of humor seem to be either inherited or learned in childhood, and with the latter I am intended to inoculate of my grand-daughter. We’ve been doing some repairs to a shed in between answering to the demands of a two year-old.
I am getting a re-inoculation into how dense the population of some parts of the world away from my Island home are. There is quite a lot of them as well… while this is a valuable reminder, I keep thinking that one supermarket or the people on one road probably exceed the numbers of many books sold.
We have to get people reading again. Some it is true are not able to fulfil the essential requirement of enjoying a book: being able translate words into a vivid illusion – no matter how effective the words are at doing this for others. But really, that’s the bottom 20%. I wonder what percentage of the rest actually even read one book? We need to make reading both fun and cool again. It’s not just that our lives are more busy, re-roofing sheds or working or looking after toddlers. As writers we need to try harder.
Mad Genius Club 
3 responses to “Bit human”
Strongly agree on “make reading fun again.” At the very least, stop teaching kids that reading is a tedious slog through angsty ick called “literature.” And that all books for young readers are either depressing or all about “underrepresented populations.”
Preach it, Brother!!!
My granddaughters all seem to love reading, and the youngest being read to. To the point they have memorized some books and point to the words as my sons or I read them. (I don’t think they can actually read them yet.)
I sometimes worry about my oldest who (in my opinion) Takes Reading Seriously (too seriously, just enjoy the fun and leave Deeper Meanings until you get to your tweens.).
They got that love of reading from my sons, who got it from my wife and I. Reading isn’t hereditary, but it is passed down from parent to child. My father was a reader. So were both grandfathers – both of whom started out as Greek peasants in the 1890s and were captivated by reading when they came the the US.