Focus

My Starbucks mug is empty and I just finished the last piece of chocolate (new melkesjokolade with Kvikk Lunch is recommendable). My book is lying wide open in front of me begging of me to read a few more pages. Political anthropology. I could come off as a boring, uninteresting and a not-worth-wasting-time-on-subject, but on the contrary. To my surprise, it's actually the quite opposite.

I've never been too interested in political structures or power methods (as the book refers to it as), but in a cultural perspective the strangest things can lure its way into my interest-zone.

The question then remains: why aren't my eyes focused on the book and not the computer? I guess that's one of the many mysteries of life, and not to mention the mysteries of the human brain. Why is it that we keep wandering off into the realm of dreams and to-do lists, and for some reason suddenly find ourselves preoccupied with something else. I don't know how it happened. Last thing I know I was reading about political symbolism amongst the Creoles in Sierra Leone...

Let me retrace my steps. Reading about Sierra Leone (political anthropology). Drinking coffee (Starbucks). Drifting off to New York (thanks to the Starbucks). Easter holiday in New York (still the Starbucks)? Looking up flights at expedia.com (how to get to NYC). Checking my e-mail (while on the Internet, why not multi-task). E-mail from the library (the books I reserved are ready for me to pick up). Check facebook (while on the Internet...). Couldn't find any flights that didn't include 12h at Heathrow (not a big fan of London or Heathrow). Upset and frustrated (aha, I see where this is going). Blog.

Ok, now that the mystery is unraveled, I guess I have to get the books. And when I get back home, without doubt, I won't be able to put them away. In other words, I can surely close the political anthropology book for now.

Life is fairly predictable.