By Shane Gericke
The older I get, the more ignorant I feel.
Not because I'm less intelligent. Because there is so much cool stuff out there, and unlimited ways to access it. So many things that fascinate me, from Roman road-building to nuclear cold fusion to revamping the tax code to who put the bomp in the bomp-she-bomp-she-bomp. Such effortless ways to find it, between Internet and digital libraries and unlimited long-distance plans. So many absorbing people I want to sit and talk with for hours at a stretch.
But there's not enough hours in the day, or energy in my bones, to seek and absorb it all.
That's the biggest criminal habit I can put on a public forum: that I don't have the burning desire to roll out of bed before dawn and squeeze another five hours into my day. My dad does that--he wakes up naturally at 5 a.m., and can't get back to sleep. He always did, even when I was a kid. I wish I'd inherited that particular gene. Think of the things I could learn, the people I could meet, the additional books and articles I could write . . .
Oh, and I exercise too little and drink coffee too much.
But I'll work on those as soon as I've driven to Starbucks for my fourth cup.
After my nap . . .