"The Writer's Almanac" had a great poem today, about the items we buy that we imagine will change our lives in some profound way: Unwise Purchases. (We're warned that this link may expire, so check it out ASAP.)
This new house is too small to let too, too much accumulate--and I'm an exhausted pack rat battling a strong-willed minimalist husband (okay, I'm strong-willed, too)--but I have at least eight (easy!) books on physics...I've read exactly one (the easiest, and I understood about 12% of it). Somehow I imagine that if I truly understood the theory of relativity my life would be totally different in a remarkable way that is presently beyond my imagination.
