Doing Right Wrong
I read very fast. Some would call that a skill; I call it a very effective way to get rid of materials that give me allergies, an entire chapter on Government Accounting, for example, or lengthy tracts on low cost life insurance. The problem with my eyes working the way they do is that I can’t seem to stop reading everything I see. The other day, it was the label of a dried-cranberry snack. I stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing but it was too late: I’d gotten to the part: contains trivial amount of fat.
This compulsion to read, read, read and quickly bothers me because I type the same way – just as fast and with only two fingers. Sometime last year, a Korean insisted I learn to keyboard the proper way (read: all 10 fingers at work). I insisted I didn’t need to and proved it by talking Juliet and Vet into taking a typing test along with me. The outcome? This two-finger typist massacred the two at the keyboarding contest — but that doesn’t change the fact I still type all wrong.
The photos above have got nothing to do with this blog whatsoever. I just wanted you to say hi to my sister and 3-month-old Charlie.