(My kind of Black Friday. Book Soup in sunny Southern Cal, 85 degrees. Reading, and browsing more books to read.)
December. Count down to the end of 2014 begins today. Another Thanksgiving Day; and (thankfully) another Black Friday is behind me. I survived Black Friday by not participating in the massive, absurd, destructive consumerist machine. The whole gluttony of Black Friday made me blue. It’s not like all the bookstores will slash prices and I rather them not. Since my birthday and Thanksgiving were just less than a week apart, I was in Southern California for the celebration. What’s better than beach summer for my big day?
As for shopping, I think the holiday shopping period has spanned over just one weekend. Part of the Black Friday’s appeal, at least for some, is that it’s become a cultural phenomenon. They love the crowds, loud music, garish displays, and competitive atmosphere. (For me, only the garish displays appeal to me but they attract hordes of people.) I don’t consider shopping a sport, and so this Super Bowl of shopping I avoid at all expense. The past couple years I noticed the best prices were available even before Black Friday. It all comes down to having a keen sense of what you are looking for and the prices.
Holiday season also means distraction from routine—distraction from reading. I pledge to stay on track and maintain 100 pages of reading a day.