This is the second time I went to that coffee shop in Riau street, Bandung. (I won't name the place, since it might be considered advertising.) As usual, I brought a book (usually a couple of books) with me. The place was nice and cozy. I wen straight to the middle room, turned right to a room which has three nice sofa-like chairs. I ordered a hot latte, slouched and started to read my book. This was just perfect.
And then, it happened again. I just couldn't continue reading. My imagination ran wild. This time I was thinking about writing a book on the art of programming. Or, a book on the real life of programmers. I am teaching a course on programming this term. Actually, the first class is going to be this coming Tuesday. I just want to teach the real thing, not just the theory. Okay, I will do that.
I tried to cotinue reading. Again, I just couldn't do it. Now, I was thinking about something else. I was thinking about (advanced) physics, about Fermi-Pasta-Ulam problem. No, I don't understand the problem. In fact, that was exactly what I was thinking; how (what should I do) if I want to learn all of these advanced topics? This topic came about after reading (parts of) John Brockman (ed.), "The Next Fifty Years: Science in the first half of the twenty-first century." Boy, I was so lost.
Then another topic came, and another, and another ...
Thirty (or more) minutes later, I finished my latte without actually making progress reading the book. Paid the bill and went back home. I have to take train(s) to finish the book. Sofa and coffee are just too much. [Read my "trains and books" rant in my other blog. It's in Bahasa Indonesia, though.]