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I haven't blogged for a few weeks.  It hasn't been because I haven't cared about anything that's been happening.  My absence has been more due to the fact that I've simply been blah & listless.

It hasn't been a sad or depressed kind of blah, mind you.  Rather, it's been a perpetually tired, dozing off even during True Blood, baggy eyed kind of blah.

It's been the kind of blah that measures days in number of naps taken, instead of number of tasks completed or words written.

I don't think I've been sick, I think I've been bored to the point of being uninspired.  Essentially, I've fallen into the same trap that snares many writers/bloggers.  I've spent so much time keeping up on events and writing about them, that I haven't been leaving my nest enough to experience things.

Think it doesn't happen to writers?  When we see something farcical such as a dedicated vice cop falling in love with a drug dealer who stands for everything he's against (Miami Vice 2006), or a group of guys stealing a baby and a police car during a drunken night in Vegas (The Hangover 2009) many of us can't help but shake our heads and think, "People don't act like this."  I firmly believe such pablum is produced by writers who live rooted to their computers and don't observe the world around them.

To get my juices flowing again, and avoid this trap in the future, I need to make a few changes.

• Borders has been gone for more than a year, and I need to establish a new regular watering hole where everybody knows my name.

• I should contact Washington County again to see if I can find some volunteer work.

• As weather permits, I need to take the train to the city once a week, just to observe people.

Of course, a recent trip to the coast, and Thursday's birth of my newest nephew, Jonas Taylor Kiester, have broken me out my funk to some degree.  Hopefully, the three steps listed above will energize me the rest of the way.
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A Common Reading Room

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Note:  
Sal·ma·gun·di
[sal-muh-guhn-dee] 
 noun

1. a mixed dish consisting usually of cubed poultry or fish, chopped meat, anchovies, eggs, onions, oil, etc., often served as a salad.

2. any mixture or miscellany.

Origin:
1665–75;  < Middle French salmingondin  (later salmigondis ), compound based on salemine  salted food and condir  to season

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This will be the first entry of a new post category I call Mental Salmagundi.  Posts in this category won't be "op-eds" on current issues, but rather interesting, if trivial, observations of life in general. They'll basically be odd little thoughts of mine, which don't fit any other category.
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Since I was knee high to the proverbial Junebug, I can remember there being a basket, brimming with newspapers, magazines, and books, sitting next to the toilet.  Family members caught up on news, sports scores, and Blondie while they evacuated their bowels.

Accepting this habit as being a normal part of life, I never really thought about it.  Never, that is, until my friend and assistant, Dani, told me how surprised she was to find reading material in my bathroom.  According to her, neither she, nor anyone in her social circle, read in the bathroom.

I suddenly found myself perplexed.  Had a seemingly normal part of life actually been a quirk unique to my miniscule corner of the world?  "Surely not," I told myself, "surely the habit is wide spread."  After doing a good bit of research, I was able to satisfy myself that my original assumptions of normality had been justified. 

In 1987, "Uncle John" found himself doing his business with nothing to read.  In order to combat what he perceived to be a problem, John produced the first Uncle John's Bathroom Reader, a book of trivial facts and offbeat news, specifically designed to be read on the toilet.  Since then, the Ashland based publishing company has turned out 25 general volumes of the book and multiple specialty topic volumes, printing more than 11 million copies.

These sales numbers alone told me the habit is, in fact, a wide spread phenomenon.  How far back in history does the habit go though?  Did Cesar use the time to edit future edicts?  Did Shakespeare pour over scripts as he sat perchance to poop?  I wondered.

Fortunately, another curious fellow, Ron Shaoul studied the toilet reading habits of 500 Israeli adults from diverse populations and age groups.  While he failed to link the habit to any medical benefit or risk, the study hypothesizes the habit dates back to the first printed books.

The study also found that 49% of men and 26% of women admitted to reading on the toilet, totaling 40% of the studied population.   Once gender bias was removed, the study concluded, "...more educated, secular and higher socioeconomic classes practice TR (toilet reading) significantly more than less educated, conservative, orthodox and lower socioeconomic classes."

While 40% is a significant number, it's important to note the study was conducted solely in Israel, a traditionally conservative religious nation.  Thus, the habit may, or may not, exist across the same set of demographics here in the U.S., a relatively liberal secular nation.

How the habit began hundreds of years ago, how it caught on, and why some populations, but not others, adopted the habit, will probably always be mysteries.  Yet, if it is true that 40% of us do read on the toilet and 22.5% of the books on the market will be e-books by 2015, I imagine we'll begin seeing waterproof e-readers, hooked sacks allowing people to hang e-readers on towel bars, and similar products catered to the bathroom readers among us.

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