Reading anxiety (different to the semiotic anxiety of reading that involves wresting with signs, decoding and privilege) has me in its ice-cold clutches of late. I find that I am breaking out in feelings of inadequacy and time-negligence while I play Words with friends on my iPhone or spend a day experimenting in the kitchen or enjoying a film marathon or, occasionally, drinking at the pub.

I am wracked with guilt every time I indulge in such cavalier activities while there is so much reading material passing me by, online and in print.

I have recently discovered the joys of Google Reader (a whole other blog post) and now start my mornings with feeds from news sites like the Age, ABC news, SBS news, newmatilda…

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