There is something about being in the working world that makes me increasingly proactive about my leisure time. Weekends are now like blank canvases that need to be carefully crafted, designed, artistically implemented. Even though my job does well in keeping me fairly entertained and stimulated, there is still so much to do and explore that my time off is sacredly dedicated to such endeavours. Ideally, I would love to adhere to Bertrand Russell's Idleness Theory (found
here), advocating a four-hour work day. Who can be productive for eight hours straight anyway? No wonder there is such an emphasis on caffeine-induced productivity in this culture. You need external stimulants to keep up with the pace.
Perhaps it is a combination of an overly-hectic work week and the fact that today is finally (finally!) Friday that has gotten me wistful about weekends. That and the growing awareness that summer is drawing to a close, so my dreams of camping, biking, and swimming must be realized before the winter deadline hits. Fortunately I was able to take advantage of last weekend's extra day to get out kayaking on the Housatonic river:
Tonight is coffee and quartets (Schubert and Mendelssohn): what could be a better way to spend a Friday evening?
