I’m not a housekeeping zealot — which is an American way of saying that I hate chores, I’ve learned.

One exception is garbage recycling. The work kind of became my favorate of all chores, or, I sometimes feel that I’m obsessed with recycling. Not because I’m an environmentalist. I hate being inconvenient, and being environmentally conscious is often inconvenient.

Rather, I like recycling works because of personal reasons. There’s a redeeming quality in them. More important, I believe that its paradoxical nature has fascinated me: Organizing things only to throw them away.

Also, I became fond of borrowing books from a local library. For me, it’s also somewhat related to my liking recycling, in that in both cases, there are set time within which to consume a certain product, or a book. I borrowed a book, A perfect mess (see also the book homepage) by Eric Abrahamson and David H. Freedman. The book had first caught my attention more than one year ago, when gatorlog mentioned the book, mostly because the title has a reassuring quality, as well as the quotation of Einstein’s words:

“If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?”

I have two weeks to consume the book and return to the library, along with the idea contained in the book, if necessary.