I was finishing my shopping spree at D.I. in south Salt Lake yesterday, feeling content about the two sporting items I'd secured, when I came upon the books/CD section of the store. I had been to the D.I. in Provo entirely unawares that there were better thrift stores out there dipping into the second hand entertainment biz. So, I perused. The final pull was:
-2 General Conference CDs (I think: May 1998, October 2000)
>because both featured Elder Neal A. Maxwell, who is my favorite.
-1 Aretha Franklin "Best of Southern Gospel" CD
>Wintley Phipps still performs my favorite rendition of Amazing Grace, however.
-1 Book entitled "Script Scheduling: The Professional Guidebook on Writing Screenplays"
-1 Signet Classic's Edition of Herman Melville's Moby Dick
Thus, I have begun reading Moby Dick. I've had that Miltonian, epic sort of feeling settle on me just as I've thought of beginning it. The cover says of it, "The first American novel to win a place in the literature of the world..." How can I not be positively influenced with such a curious description?
"Who aint a slave? Tell me that."
-Melville, Moby Dick
I have also been in consideration of a change in my major recently. The idea of which is really absurd considering I just declared Nutritional Science my major 3 weeks ago, after having gone two years in school without even knowing HOW to declare a major (meaning I'd never done it). Philosophy just sounds too tempting. I went through the periodicals (I am sitting in the BYU Library right now) and grabbed an arm-full of philosophy books. What a rich life it would be in every aspect except monetarily.
"The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid,--what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvelous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!"