Recently I was thinking about how grateful I am for having had a chance to find a lot of books online for free for the past 15 years. I grew up in a middle class family and most of the books that I had access to were either in local language or Russian and those were mostly very common educational fiction and non fiction books or bestsellers for which I had no interest. Therefore, the access to books in English on philosophy, arts, business and rhetorics that I would otherwise never be able to find in my city where I grew up, was crucial for my growth as a conscious human being. Those books were my friends that I could speak, relate and listen to. Without them, I wouldn’t be who I am right now, the person I am happy and content with. In early 2000s I registered at local British Council library, where they had very unique collection of books on diverse topics. I mostly picked up beginner to intermediate levels simplified English literature, self-learner guides to watercolor painting o
I'm sitting in my sofa. Tired, joyfully exhausted and a little sleepy. I did some literature review for my professor Dr. Schwartz, organized a makeup exam for undergraduates, sent emails to my customers, attended evening class, went to swimming and did a bit coding, stopping in the end because of tiredness. Just made some tea and waiting for it to steep. I wish I could do more today. I wish I could continue coding and do more, but that's the end of the day and what I will do next is grab my glass, sip my tea and enjoy a nice evening with my girlfriend watching a movie. Finishing my coding activity and lying on the floor to relax a bit, I realized something. I'm not a good swimmer. I really suck at it as I never really tried hard to learn how to swim. Here in the US I got some motivation to learn to swim and nowadays I'm doing better. Today while swimming in the pool and reaching to the middle of the line, I was out of breath, using all my strength of arms and legs