29 7 / 2008
"In my class this semester on children’s literature, we have learned about the blessings of boredom. Boredom, in so many children’s books, is the impetus for adventure—not adventure prescribed by anyone else, but invented out of thin air. As barely-adults, the idea of cultivating or even allowing boredom seems laughable and nerve-wracking. But I think it is the right idea. When my aluminum laptop churns information past my field of vision, I slip into a robotic mode, accepting that everything I see deserves my attention. Instead of allowing my eyes to roam over a landscape, I end up wearing my eyes out on a thrumming 12-inch screen. There has to be more than this. I would rather be bored than stare at these unmoving windows forever."
