Books: All Fact, No Heart

Yesterday, I went to Cornell's Olin Library, to look up some info on Plato and Alan Watts. Aside from getting a few of Watts' reviews from The New Republic, the whole thing was a bust. I had a limited amount of time to look stuff up and copy it, then I pulled out the microfiche for the articles, only to realize I only had half of what I needed.

On my way back, I thought, "What am I doing?" I'm not sure if spending hours in a library doing research even on a subject I find worthwhile is something I want to be doing right now. I want to get out and go somewhere, and I'm not talking about going to a bar or going to see a movie. I want to get away, go somewhere alone.