Books for the South-bound trek

Been thinking about which audiobooks I’d like to re-listen to either on the way down South (15 hours or more on the road) and/or while there, and I think I’ve come up with a list, in no particular order:

  • The War of Art by Steven Pressfield
  • The Middle Passage by Dr. James Hollis
  • Finding Meaning in the Second Half of Life by Dr. James Hollis
  • Through the Dark Wood by Dr. James Hollis
  • The Road to Serfdom by F.A. Hayek
  • Antifragile: Things That Gain from Disorder by Nassim Nicholas Taleb (or at least part of)
  • Mastery by Robert Greene (select portions thereof)
  • Dazzle Gradually: Reflections on the Nature of Nature by Dorion Sagan, Lynn Margulis (selected essays therein)
  • Choose Yourself by James Altucher
  • Modern Man in Search of a Soul by Carl Jung (selected essays therein)
  • A Guide to the Good Life by William B. Irvine (select portions thereof)

All of those I’ve already listened to at least once already and are stored in my audible collection. Doubt I’ll get back to all of them during this trip, but a few I know I really ought to.

Still unsure which print books I’ll be toting along. Already set aside a few on poetry though, for kicks and giggles. Got a lot of other supplies to bring so gonna have to be very selective there.

Been making a list of what all needs to be done in the next 2 weeks, including filing taxes. uh_oh  Never do I enjoy paying The Man. But it could be worse — I could earn more money and thereby be taxed at a higher percentage.  retard  Kind of like a double-edged sword, ain’t it?

Beyond that, still trying to help make arrangements for a couple of my clients. Had an offer from a man I know to possibly cover some of my work while I’m away, which was very nice of him to volunteer for. Of course he’ll be paid, and it depends on whether my clients decide to go with him or not. But I’ll broach the topic with them in the next day or so.

Feeling kinda sappy lately. A bit moody, as has become my norm before a trip back home. Not certain as to why. Just a weird, foreboding sense that’s always tough to shake.

Needing to burn more music CDs for the trip too, so I’ll have some fresh road tunes for the drive. Gotta vary it up between books and music, otherwise it gets too monotonous.

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