I have actually been reading Walden, but it's taking me a while to get through. This is not due to its content, as I find the thoughts of Thoreau to be incredible, but the silence is killing me. I miss the television for the background noise it provides. Something about it makes me feel surrounded by people, even though they are fake people. For example, as many of my friends know, I took to spending basically every evening with Criminal Minds when I first got back to Kalamazoo after Christmas. For those of you who don't know, my roommate moved during Christmas break, so I am living alone for the first time. I was alone over the summer while she was on internship, but I knew she was coming back. This is longer and altogether different. I have now replaced Criminal Minds with a new favorite podcast...The Thomas Jefferson Hour. A fellow portrays Thomas Jefferson. What more could I ask for, right? So one day I was listening to my latest download of the show and iTunes asked if I wanted to download all and I thought "yeah sure". I slicked this command and then found that it was downloading some 249 episodes dating back to like 2006! I couldn't figure out how to stop so I just went with it. Anywho I now listen to The Thomas Jefferson while working on my thesis, cleaning, cooking, falling asleep....it's most definitely replaced Criminal Minds as my new 'friend," especially since I have no television. You really don't know how much you depend on it until you don't have it. Craziness. I can't watch Netflix while I thesis (yes I turned it into a verb) because that would have to be on my computer. So, anyways, so break the silence I listen to podcasts instead of reading, but that is not to say that I'm not reading. I spent a good portion of my Sunday morning reading instead of watching some kind of Anthony Bourdain marathon or something...
Onto Walden. Thoreau seems to be speaking to my soul right now. It's not that I wish to leave the modernized world and to live with only the minimal shelter, clothes, and belongings. I enjoy my clothes, home, movies, books, art, etc. They all represent me. I feel this is where Thoreau falls short in his first section of Walden, entitled 'Economy'. He speaks about how people spend all of their lives striving to obtain homes, clothes, etc., and thus spend all of their time working and not experiencing life. I get that. I have recently realized that if I go right into a PhD program I will be entering in a life in which I have very little choice of where I move from now until, I'm too old to care. I should be dedicated enough to history to be okay with this. I will get my PhD. I will then go wherever the job offer is. That seems so depressing, doesn't it? What kind of control do I then have? I must say that watching 'Eat, Pray, Love' also stimulated this feeling, but Walden was the original. I will spend my life toiling wherever I am told, because I need to make a living. I could, however, live as a bum and read history books. But what could I actually aspire to be, then? Thoreau totally gets this. But, I do like my copies of Raphael's 'School of Athens' and Boticelli's 'Primavera' which I have on my wall. I love my argyle! I like having a home which provides me with an oven and a shower. I know that Thoreau may say that I only like these things because society tells me to, but, believe me, most people my age don't love Renaissance art and argyle cardigans. These are pieces of my personality which would be missing were I to build a primitive shelter in the woods. So, my dear Thoreau, you raise many good points and Walden's first chapter provides a great opportunity for introspection.
I am nowhere near finished with the book. I will keep reading and keep posting. Keep it real, friends.