Respiratory Therapy 101: Just Keep Breathing

I guess they call these things Memes. You know, those little game things you put on your webpage. Well, TOTWTYTR has decided that I am worthy of a meme thing.

The rules are simple:

Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!

A lot of my books are spread out since I’ve moved a few times in the last four or five years. Several boxes are at my parent’s house in the great north woods, and a few others are at the in-laws’ house. But I’ve still got a decent collection of books here. Since I usually write from the laptop while sitting on the couch, the books on the coffee table are closer than the books in my bedroom or on the shelf.

Too bad, too, because some of the books in the bedroom or on the shelf would make you all think I was (to borrow a phrase from TOTWTYTR and a phrase heard often in my homeland) wicked smaht. Incidentally, my favorite book of all time is probably the five-book trilogy of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Love it.

From page 56, sentence five and a few others, out of the closest book:

This frame, so slightly clad, was a sort of crystallization around me, and reacted on the builder. It was suggestive somewhat as a picture in outlines. I did not need to go out doors to take the air, for the atmosphere within had lost none of its freshness. It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather. The Harivansa says, ‘An abode without birds is like a meat without seasoning.’ Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them. I was not only nearer to those which commonly frequent the garden and the orchard, but to those wilder and more thrilling songsters of the forest which never, or rarely, serenade a villager–the wood-thrush, the veery, the scarlet tanager, the field-sparrow, the whippoorwill, and many others. 

~Henry David Thoreau, from Walden; or, Life In The Woods. 

I like Thoreau’s philosophical ramblings. After all, his thoughts were murder to the state…

…Anyway, I need to pick five other people to do this thing. So I choose: 

Laurie Edwards of A Chronic Dose;

Frylime, over at a quasi-medical autobiography;

Glenna, over at G’s-Spot;

Trauma Junkie, over at Surviving Respiratory Therapy School;

and Rick Frea, over at the Respiratory Therapy Cave.

Anybody else out there, if you want to play, feel free!