This reader needs to read.The photoluminescence (PL) in monolayer transition metal dichalcogenides (TMDs) is dominated by the recombination of electrons in the conduction band with holes in the spin-orbit split valence bands, and there are two distinct emission features referred to as the A-peak (ground state exciton) and B-peak (higher spin-orbit split state). When the book finally makes it to the printer, I might award myself some occasional Wednesdays and Fridays, in the middle of the day. I’m finding that reading, choosing, editing and re-reading is actual work. I’m putting together a book of my columns. In the meantime, I may have found a loophole to daytime reading. I’m hoping someday soon to get over the guilt. Since I always have work to do, it doesn’t feel right to sit down, in the middle of the day, to read a book. I have never been able to reward myself with daytime reading. I always have four or five new books waiting in my stack, in addition to the one or two I’m actively reading. After a few months of that nonsense, I figured out that earplugs and a flashlight would enable my reading habit. And the air was filled with afternoon soap operas. The recliners were filled with pilots and stewardesses – some sleeping. Our down-time between flights was often spent in darkened crew lounges filled with recliners. It became really important after I became a stewardess for American Airlines. I have never used one.Īs an adult, I always have a book. I read the instructions on my mother’s pressure cooker and was instantly terrified. Every new box of the big Shredded Wheat had stories printed on its cardboard dividers. Wheaties boxes, Campbell’s soup cans … there was a lot of text in the kitchen. Camphor, eucalyptus, and menthol were in Vick’s Vapo-Rub, but I didn’t know what they were.
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I gradually taught myself how to pronounce its seven syllables so it rolled off my tongue. Acetylsalicylic acid – aspirin – was a challenge. I think my fascination with medicine began while sitting in the bathroom, reading the contents of all the bottles and jars. Human interest articles were next, eventually followed by real news. I loved the Sunday newspaper, naturally beginning with the funnies – Mutt & Jeff, the Katzenjammer Kids, and oh, be still my heart, Prince Valiant. As a kid, I read everything that came my way. I needed to read.Įvery writer I know has always been a voracious reader. I turned the pages with the eraser end of a pencil. Only my nose and eyes hung over the pillow, facing down.
I used my method for the next five years: I put the book on the floor under the head of my cot, and scooched to the top of the bed on my stomach. After a couple weeks of that torture, I figured out a way to read. We were supposed to close our eyes for the first half hour. A counselor sat in a chair monitoring our behavior. The six years I went away to summer camp, we had mandatory daily nap time – an hour after lunch. Looking back, I spent a lot of time sitting on the floor while I read. After I put my mittens on the radiator, and tucked my boots underneath, I sat beside the warmish coils with a book.
Many days after school it was easier to get into a book than into their baseball game.Įvery winter, our apartment was cold thanks to our heat-miser landlord. The rotten boys in my neighborhood were not my enemies, but we weren’t buddies either, because I was the only girl. I was in Never Never Land.īooks became my closest friends. After a few months with my library card, she had to break through my fantasizing before she could talk to me.
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