My housemate and I have successfully boycotted a cable TV subscription for over a year now. We do subscribe to Hulu and Netflix, but you'd be amazed at how much time you save when you don't have a place to just crash easily and channel surf. I do have a couple shows that I try to keep up with here and there on Hulu, but it seems to happen a lot less. It only sucks when we want to watch live events. Typically, the only live events I want to watch are football games though, and I can easily watch those at a bar or at my cousins' house.
If you could cut the biggest time waster out of your life, what would it be? Who or what steals your time?
My biggest time thieves are:
Facebook, Pinterest, Catching up on Blogs, Reading
Last night, after drinking way too much caffeine and finishing the accounting homework that provoked me to drink that much caffeine, I managed to read until 2am.
UNNECESSARY sleep deprivation!
I did just finish an awesome book though. Have you ever read Shantaram?
Gregory Roberts wrote an amazing story based loosely on his incredible life. I use the word incredible very literally here. He escaped from a maximum security prison in Australia, made his way to India, lived in a slum, was recruited by the Bombay mafia, and lived to tell of his adventures. His writing doesn't just tell a story, it communicates his philosophy. I found his insights were both challenging and profound. Even if you disagree with him, his words will make you think.
"It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive." Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
This book was the culprit that kept me up last night. Worst of all, when I got to the end, I was sorely disappointed. Nicholas Sparks must make a lot of money.
Shame on him, he just keeps regurgitating prior work.
I keep reading it though -shame on me.
You know how when you make a copy on the copier, and then you make a copy of that copy, and then a copy of that copy, and by the end of it everything is blurry and ugly?
That's happening here.
The dialogue is a stilted, awkward amalgamation of every book he's written prior to this.
The story has great potential but becomes unbearably predictable. Do not waste your time.

