Officially starting as a full time pre-school teacher this September. Talked with the manager of the school I've been volunteering at, and she thinks I've been doing an awesome job. I'm going to be a paid assistant teacher at some summer camps in August, and that should be enough money to get me through the month. I put in my "til the end of the month" notice with my direct supervisor at the warehouse, and I couldn't be happier to be getting the fuck out of there. Here's to the next thing. ------------- Meeting up with some strangers from craigslist tonight to talk about starting a Dungeon Crawl Classics campaign. I've been feeling a bit isolated recently, and like I could use a bit of, well, fun. Hope this will scratch my RPG itch till I can start DMing in August.
I am unwell. The last few months have been a series of massive adjustments one after the other. Broke up with a long time girlfriend, finished the semester that was occupying most of my time, moved out of my old house where I saw my family every day, depleted all my savings to buy brand a new house--in a neighborhood with daily muggings and the odd carjacking--and my dad moved across the country. My new day to day life is completely foreign to me and I'm finding that my coping skills are really lacking. I lack systems and routines. I haven't been exercising. I've been eating terribly. I bite my nails and they're the worst they've ever been. And I'm so lonely. And to add the maraschino cherry on top of this delicious sundae, money is tight and keeps getting tighter because my solution to all this? Lurch from weekend to weekend going out all the time to numb mysel. And/or to hopefully collide into someone to rescue me. (Which, as an aside, is absolutely the worst way to be when looking for someone. There's no winning.) I talk to my friends about it but they don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. There are a few special people that have been helping me through this, and lord I am thankful through to my bones, but it's temporary respite from a chronic problem of environment. None of this is going to change on its own. I don't like what it is I'm doing but then nighttime rolls around again and the thought of being alone in the house makes me crazy. If we're evolved from social primates who lived in small, tight-knit bands, then I understand what's wrong with me. Nothing I'm doing right now is aligned with what brings social monkeys happiness. I am unmoored. I am seriously exposing myself to risk factors for depression. But I don't know what to do or where to begin. I don't know how to make anything stick. Sorry if this is not the most bummed out blackbootz. I can intellectually grasp that everything might/could/will get better, but right now I'm in the weeds.
Dude c'mon. You literally got the bitchin' pad in the loud neighborhood started going back to college and you're all I'm lonely? Oh padewan. The primary purpose of having a great place to live, as far as I'm concerned, is to invite people over. Game nights, movie nights, fill-out-your-absentee-ballots nights, don't give a fuck - the fact of the matter is, you've got a bitchin' pad and you're surrounded by people just as poor as you and the fact that you are not sharing that resource with anyone that you can halfway stand is a goddamn injustice to your social circle. I mean, fuckin' study groups, bitch. They don't even have to be your study groups. Get the word out that friends should come by and hang out 'cuz you've got a bitchin' pad. That costs you zero. But fuckin' Fridays and Saturdays see if you can't get together between 3 and 8 people for any goddamn reason. What's a drink cost you where you are? $10? That's a Freschetta and a bottle of Two Buck Chuck. Two drinks? That's wine and pizza for four. Be a cheap little bitch and get a $20 popcorn popper and you've got dinner, drinks and snacks. And that's before you get people to grasp the whole "BYOB" thing. Seriously, tho - lay in a stock of cheap-ass wine and let it be known that yours is an easy and available anchor where people can congregate. You'll be fuckin' Falstaff in a fortnight. It's like you've unlocked the Alpha Male cheat codes and left them in your other shorts or something. Fuckin' step up. I mean, this is why you got the bitchin' loan. Your government wants you to invite your tony white friends over to tart the place up and be upwardly mobile. Hop to, squire.Gentrification - when hipsters move into the neighborhood and open cupcake shops
Dude I am feeling the pull into that weedy ditch. It's so easy to feel bereft and aimless when money is tight. I don't have much advice but I am here in solidarity. Small things I do to boost my mood - Yoga - Pitcher of cold water in the fridge (Usually with lemon or orange) - Practice good sleep hygiene (Cut screen time before bed, no intoxicants for an hour or two before) I don't know how many hours/week you have spare, but I suggest spending some portion of them meditating, if you're not already. Does a world of good. I know that there are other hubskiers using various apps and stuff. I like Jack Kornfield and Sharon Salzberg, both who have a lot of resources on youtube.
I was telling someone else about how much I enjoy the practice of meditation but I allow myself to be "too busy" to do it routinely. It's also this irrational hurdle of money: $15 a month for headspace seems too high, but that's two drinks on a night out when I'll spend $100. I make no sense to myself. I love the pitcher of cold water idea. I have some lemons but no pitcher. I'm going to fix this. The sleep is a tough one. In another pubski I mentioned the lack of good sleep I was experiencing because of neighborhood noises. But I've fixed that mostly with a loud fan between the windows and I. I'm also having a housewarming party soon and hope the place will cheer up. Thanks OB
From what I understand this is the beginnings of true self awareness, and I recognize a similar kind of insanity in myself. I believe this kind of realization (RE: drinks on a night out) dovetails nicely with what KB was saying about 'bitchin bachelor pad and cheap vino.'It's also this irrational hurdle of money: $15 a month for headspace seems too high, but that's two drinks on a night out when I'll spend $100. I make no sense to myself.
Judging by your post, it looks like you know exactly what to do. Routines, exercise, food and support system? That sounds like a great plan. Start slow and it will get better :) I find the hard part is pushing through the inertia when I feel stuck like this. Good luck man!
Someone said that you shouldn't trust yourself if you haven't exercised that day. I'm going to go on a run right now.
Never heard of it -- Thank you! Just perused with my roommate and we think we know what we want for dinner this week.Hey homeskillet if you don't know it check it; www.budgetbytes.com
Yeah, I'm a big fan. I recommend/have had success with: - balsamic chicken thighs -zuppa toscana (ZOMG this is the best) -african peanut soup -thai curry vegetable soup -thai curry chicken - cucumber salad I like her stuff a lot. I'm trying to do rough meal planning (first week: a rough success!) so I've been doing a lot more cooking lately.
Nothing for me barkeep, I'm driving. The unwalkability of the states has basically stopped my alcohol intake. Having only one beer is no fun, having more is not safe. Driving to Washington DC! It's my birthday tomorrow and my mom will be flying in from Montreal. Life is good :) Time to think of some presidential activities for the weekend.
Lots of great stuff to do in DC. I could spend a week in the Smithsonian alone. I don't think you want to any "Presidential" activities at the moment though. :) If I go for a four hour walk in Toronto or Montreal people think it is a good idea. If I do it in LA they have never heard of anyone doing that before. In Chicago, outside of the north lake shore, people can't believe I survived. In Phoenix, you actually might not survive. It is so funny. I have known people in Toronto for 20 years and I have no idea whether they have a car or not. I only found out one of my friends had a car after 3 years when we were going to a cottage and she offered to drive. Turns out that all but a couple have them but never use them in the city. <insert shrug ASCII> Love walking around NYC though. Motorbikes are good enough for Asia. Have never considered renting a car in Europe, although I probably should at some point. Happy Birthday!
I was photographing this federal building the other day, and security asked for my I.D. With my Russian heritage, I must be on some kind of list now... But yeah, didn't realize how much walkability mattered. That's why I love Montreal, NYC and Europe. I feel so stuck when I need to take a car to get anywhere. Even if it's a short 5 min drive.
Did I forget to post on the last pubski? I might have. I post instagram stories when I can, vlog ( but I'm behind on that too already) and update the family on WhatsApp. It can be hard to keep track what I posted where. I think I'm gonna be a week in DC and head north from there :)
TODAY Lookin' at a 107 heat index today. We are gonna get \_FUCKED\_ with Prime Day bullshit. The smartest among us are burning their call-ins. I am not a smart man. Thank Fuck Amazon was able to clear out that old inventory in via a fucking Barrage of Bullshit and Poorly Taped Boxes*. I've been working in metal 53 foot trailers all week. Our door fans have an effective range of ~20 feet. Should be good times. Might break the 2 gallon mark on water consumption. Did 1.5 yesterday over 5 hours. My family wants us to go see the City Band at the park tonight. I have my doubts about my willingness to sit in the heat off the clock. I have my doubts about their willingness too. I don't understand why the Band only plays in the dead of summer, buried in the middle of the week. Weekends? Spring? Fall? Nope. LAST SUNDAY I made falafel! I've been meaning to do a #grubski post about it, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Frying is a pain, otherwise I'd make falafel more than twice a year. LAST SATURDAY Helped a friend move into a house he just bought with his new USPS salary. Well, I say "helped"... he's at the bottom of the seniority list. Guess who got called in to do a cover route on the day of the move? Yep. _________________________ * Fuck paper tape. Double fuck paper tape that was minimally applied. Triple fuck paper tape that was minimally applied to the bare minimum of products that can qualify as "cardboard".
I've forever been a little confused as to what you do. The Amazon thing makes me thing "warehousing" but the metal trailers thing makes me think "not warehousing". The heat sounds awful, either way. It's maybe 80 here and we're giving our folks popsicles on the daily.
Logistics! I help move other people's stuff around the world. "Warehousing" isn't too far off the mark for my job. Since we don't hold onto anything, though, life revolves around taking stuff out of trailers and then putting said stuff back into trailers for the next leg of the journey.I've forever been a little confused as to what you do. The Amazon thing makes me thing "warehousing" but the metal trailers thing makes me think "not warehousing".
Dude I've been on a falafel binge myself! To the point where I've almost bought a deep fryer just to make them better/faster. Have you tried any variations on them? We made some turmeric falafel and they were AWESOME.I made falafel! I've been meaning to do a #grubski post about it, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Frying is a pain, otherwise I'd make falafel more than twice a year.
My basic falafel is: 1lb chickpeas (dry/pre-soaking) 1 onion 2-3 jalapenos 1 standard issue grocery store bunch of cilantro a small pile of ground coriander a variable amount of garlic salt flour if needed I have some Sumac that I put into our hummus, and I keep meaning to try it in the falafel but I forget. TBH, we make it so infrequently I haven't felt much of a need to change it up. We do have a big ass jar of turmeric... DON'T TEMPT ME! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand. I would use this fryer from a desire to do good... But over me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine. Oreos. I would fry a shitload of oreos. To the point where I've almost bought a deep fryer just to make them better/faster.
I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand. I would use this fryer from a desire to do good... But over me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine. My sentiments exactly. It would start innocently enough, but before long I'd be at territory as well.DON'T TEMPT ME!
shitload of oreos.
Life's good, when you run away too the mountains life has a hard time being bad. I probably jinxed it now and you'll read about me being eaten by a bear in a week except only like 3 of you will know it was in fact me who was eaten by that bear. I'm planning my life after this place now and I've got to say it's going to kick ass. First though I have to mention how I normally tell my guests about this. They ask where I live which is an oddly acceptable question here and I ask them about their travels. Yesterday though I asked somebody about where they were from and how long they were staying which are normally perfectly acceptable questions. I'm fairly certain though that this women thought I was a serial killer with how uncomfortable I made her. The guest before her had a 10 minute conversation with me about where they were from, where they had gone so far and where they were headed. It was interesting to say the least. Good way to end my shift. My trip though. I'm going to go through Alberta, BC, and the west coast of the U.S of A for a week with my friend first. Then she is going to fly home and I'm just going to drive around for like a month and half solo. I want to do Alaska but I'll already be past that so I'm conflicted since the first week is really whatever she wants to do. I don't think Alaska is on her list. I'm not sure exactly where I'll go after that. One guests advice was not to worry about planning it too much and I'm taking that advice somewhat. I think I'll still plan a little bit so I've got a big book of American national parks to look through. We will see what I can dig up.
I'm not sure if Anchorage (nevertheless, Alaska) is on your solo trip, but hit me up for an impromptu hubski meetup! Also, the big thing that Anchorage is scared of right now is bears, we've had three mauling to deaths in the past month, which usually isn't a thing. I envy you driving through Canada. I love the Alcan drive a lot. But maybe I've always just thought of Canada as weirder, alternative reality Alaska.
I chuckled a bit. I wonder if hubski has a comments API that I can crawl to search for haikus.
it's me- your favorite foo' The mister wee (to the woo) checkin that day old pubski cause my wheel ain't blue yo i don't do haiku i ain't no vernacular jew if syllables make you happy i'll give you something to chew rhymes make the ultimate roux a hearty poetry stew i put haikus on litcat to show they're arbitrary spew
It's my new goal to not see my 12 hours on the internet as a compulsive addiction. It's been a rough 6 weeks since I got fired from my first real job to pursue a giant freelance gig. There was a lot of guilt, avoidance, self-hatred, self-indulgence in this time. I finally braved up and saw a therapist yesterday. I chose the most eccentric looking one I could find and it went amazingly well- he did a great job of handling my convoluted and sophomoric ideas of this psychology graduate. There was this focus on the looking at the way that I worked, the fact that I work in creative spurts and trouble working regular schedules and doing things I need to do. I had no idea this is actually a viable way to live my life, what the fuck? I had been having suicidal thoughts lately because it took me a week to send an invoice because I kept playing chess and watching Youtube and am just finding out that this isn't something I should be ashamed of? He told me about his own day, I was one of his two clients for the day, and he was going to play 18 holes of golf in between them. He hates writing invoices too, so he puts them off at the very last minute, recommends that I just do the same with the things that I hate. What about the fact that I just like being on the internet a lot? I told him about the time I took a 600 level Psychometrics course and had a nervous breakdown while I was doing a paper on internet addiction because I fit it's metrics so fucking hard. Well guess what? Fuck what society has to say about internet usage- I genuinely enjoy all the rabbit holes I fall into. And fuck y'all, I'm good at the work that I do. My websites are fucking poetry, motherfuckers. --- A letter to myself: Dear me, You got paid a shit ton of money to do 20 hours of work in 6 weeks and spent the rest of your time pursuing things that actually interested you. Love, me. --- A dumb thing. I put poetry as comments in the <head>s of my websites. It's really dumb. I wonder if it actually affects the performance of the website.
Yo. Share. Comments aren't actionable code, so one is read (which would take a few microseconds) but is immediately discarded in favor of the next line.My websites are fucking poetry, motherfuckers.
I wonder if it actually affects the performance of the website.
I also have some OC under lit.cat. But shhhhh!
It's like I'm painting the Forth Bridge! This is probably the final coat downstairs, though, so things are nearly wrapping up here. I'm quite excited to be finished, but also scared; I'll have way more free time to concentrate on other things, but I'll only be working part-time in the pub otherwise and I'm scared of feeling like a waste of space. I'd better hit the ground running. Maybe literally. Also time to really start writing instead of talking about how I'm too tired to do so! I have fully admitted to myself that I fancy my best friend. Acceptance is the first step to recovery, right? It's weird; I'm both really looking forward to seeing her next week, and dreading it. I'm going to try confiding in her sister for advice and to scope things out. But I'm not very optimistic; the likely outcomes are making a move and losing my friend, or not doing anything and being tortured (and losing my friend in another way all the same). Que melodrame! It's her birthday next week, and she's having a wee dinner on the actual day, Thursday, then going out dancing on Saturday. I managed to swing the Saturday night off at some expense to myself, and was very much excited about enjoying the couple of days down there. Then yesterday my dad drops on me that he's expecting a container of pipe around then and needs me to help, which in itself is fine but does put a wrench in my plans. The kicker is, he doesn't know when - it could be any day between Thursday and Tuesday, so I'm praying it lands favourably and I can go for the few days rather than just one of the evenings. But I suppose if that's how it goes, that's how it goes. I'm reading a book by William Gibson about funky cyber sunglasses. Does anyone else feel like most sci-fi books are just crimmies set in the future? Not a bad thing, just not always my thing. It's actually kind of funny because it's set in what was then the distant year of 2005. Hey, at least he predicted the black US President bit. I turned 25 on Sunday and woke up with a bald patch and lower back pain. Waiting on the memory loss now.
What? Are you 12-years old, passing notes in class?!? Sheesh. When The Object Of Your Affection (TOOYA) comes into view, greet her warmly, happily, as you usually do. Compliment her on something. Then broach the subject with her that you would like to take her our on a Real Date. Then ask her, "Would you like that, as well?" By doing it this way, you are fully respecting her as a person. You have presented her with an honest, heart-felt offer, and then handed her the Talking Stick, so she can have full power and agency over her response. She will either smile and say that it's a lovely idea, and she looks forward to it. (At which point you should mention a place you thought they might go to eat, or a particular thing you'd like to do.) Or maybe she is not comfortable telling you no, and she says, "Ummm... welll..." At which point you can be the gentleman, and say, "I know, right? It's taking our relationship in a more serious direction, but I am interested, and am curious if you are as well." Now you two are having a conversation about your views of the world, of each other, and - as long as you remain respectful of her decisions and accept whatever she decides - this can do nothing but strengthen your friendship. And hey... maybe more will happen, too! But when you treat her directly, with honesty, and allow her to speak for herself, you have given her the greatest gift you have to give: Your respect. "I'm going to try confiding in her sister for advice..."
I'll elaborate a bit because you made the effort to type up a long comment and I didn't do the same. The direct approach is obviously the better and less schoolchildish, and I get the merits and respectfulness of honesty. But while I'm no Don Juan, I'm not entirely innocent either. Why, just last year I had a disastrous relationship with a friend! And, actually, on a serious note, that makes me a bit more apprehensive about doing anything; I'm worried abouthat this could just be another brief infatuation that'll pass as soon as it came on, and while I'm on good terms with that other friend, it upset her a lot and permanently changed the nature of our relationship. I don't want that with this friend, y'know? Neither do I want to end up hurting her or permanently have it hanging in the back of my mind when we talk. It's not just the typical ball-lessness of the friendzone. I mean there's that too, let's be real. But I'm also genuinely confused. Someone said to me once that when you get involved with a friend, it's not exactly like your relationship has "evolved", but almost like you now have two concurrent ones. And more to the point, I feel both friendly toward her and something more, and those emotions overlap and conflict in weird ways. So I'm not even sure what I want, to a certain degree. So why do anything at all? Maybe only because one cannot leave a story unturned! As you can see, I excel at justifying my cowardice.
Last season I'd get to work and log my mileage on the bike, along with the calories. I'd keep it updated religiously. This season I haven't logged mileage in like three, four weeks. I just caught up. 424 miles since June 5. I'm well past caring. Last season every new book was a milestone and I cranked through them. This season I've been drinking from the goddamn firehose on Rousseau and Voltaire and allow me to state for the record: fuck French philosophers, fuck English philosophers, fuck the whole of the continent from 1700 to 1800, I'm glad you are all dead. I'm well past caring. See this fucker? This fucker is Samuel Johnson. If you've ever studied history, you've been required to give a fuck about Samuel Johnson. If you've ever studied literature, you've been required to give a fuck about Samuel Johnson. If you've ever studied philosophy, you've been required to give a fuck about Samuel Johnson. And having now sat through three fucking hours on Samuel Johnson, I have discovered why we are required to give a fuck about Samuel Johnson: Because old dead English people gave a fuck about Samuel Johnson. Know why everyone cares about Gibbon? He had rich friends. He went to all the parties. He slept with the right courtesans. All you high and mighty academics like to point at modern culture and rail at our shallowness but I'm now nine fucking thousand pages into a Pulitzer-winning history of History and fuck you all. It's Kardashians all the way down. I find myself shocked that an immersive, months-long deep dive into history has left me more patriotic than ever. And more populist. For the past five days I've found myself eager to hear about the Reign of Terror.
Whoa, kleinbl00, you're not actually supposed to read Samuel Johnson, you're just supposed to use his wittiest comments! I love the thought that great figures of literature and history were basically just party boys and today they're revered. "Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men. But he who aspires to be a hero, must drink brandy."
And that's just it - I get it that Samuel Johnson is the Jack Handey of pseudointellectuals. Just don't pretend that he's anything other than the Jack Handey of pseudointellectuals. I'll take Lichtenberg, thanks. At least he did cool shit with electricity.
Subheadings Job Hunting Unemployment day 3, sucks real bad. I can't touch my force-reduction cashout without losing my status as a 'preferred hire' within the university system. Waiting to hear back about the two interviews I went on last week, decision is being made this week. Sent out 5 applications so far today, sent ~15 on Monday, 20 yesterday. It's a soul crushing thing. I'm considering walking to the grocery store next door and going 'Look, I'm not planning on being around long, but you can train me on the register today and I'll pick up all the shifts your current employees hate.' just to put some cash in hand until something else picks up. All the professional goodwill in the world doesn't mean squat if nobody has work for you to do. Health Had bloodwork drawn yesterday, I'm still doing really well with regard to my salt/fluid titration and that makes me happy. I think I'm finally feeling adapted to a lower water content and it's nice. I'm consistently hitting 10 miles on the bike without too much hassle, and yoga is progressing nicely. Even with the whole 'no job' thing, I'm doing okay mental health wise. I'm finding it easier and easier to not let things bother me. There are still some trouble spots but I've identified them and tread cautiously around those topics/trains of thought. Misc Not sure what else to report on, things have been quiet. The RPS is locking in her classes for fall, we're trying to find her a job that would fit her school schedule better than her current one. Her parents have mostly accepted the idea that we're going to be cohabitating and there's nothing they can do about that. They have resigned themselves to the occasional snide remark about 'living in sin' or something. I can live with snide. It's the hypocrisy that bothers me, as it always does with matters of religion. Also, who is in for Destiny 2 come fall?
1) Sucks about the job. Sorry. 2) Remind me what RPS stands for. Lean on her. You're going to think that makes you needy. It doesn't. It keeps you from being an irritating little bitch trying to solve your own problems and being passive-aggressive and short-tempered when really, what you need is someone to help you feel less alone in the fight. 3) fuck yeah beta access in 6 days If I can get one of my critters to LL400 before Destiny 2 drops I will consider myself an avid player. I probably won't touch Crucible at all in doing so because the sheer quantity of tryhards in that game is depressing.
1) Yeah sucks. Is survivable. I'm considering a shift in industry just because I know of a path that would be comfortable and would give me time/spare cash to be a force for good outside of direct participation in medicine. 2) lil coined it, Robust Pleasure Source. She's doing exactly what you described, and she's making the job hunt less lonely because she's spending some number of hours/day doing the same thing because fuck (Insert corporate sandwich chain here). 3) I'm going to be playing on PC because I can't justify buying a console. SOOPER excited though because Bungie decided to put the lore IN THE GAME. WHAT A REVOLUTIONARY IDEA BUNGIE.
I didn't coin it. I posted complaining that my bf called me his single-apostrophes girlfirend. People chimed in with terms used in their countries. I forget who exactly, maybe Devac or ThatFanficGuy someone had an expression in his country that translated to mean robust pleasure source. Great acronym!
Dude I would get a console just to avoid the fuckin' PC contagion. At least the 12 year olds I end up playing with aren't toxic AF. As to Bungie and its lore, there was a bit of a long road.
Doesn't stress me. Though I do understand the drive away from 'adult' gaming. Yeah that was a sad story. Bungie knows sci-fi and it's a shame to see them get neutered that way. Halo suffered dramatically when they left. What was once my favorite sci-fi universe became awful science-fantasy.PC contagion.
I've been busy recently and neglecting #scificlub. Recently life has been quite social and interesting. I have a new coworker and friend that does that thing where they live their days to the fullest, but actually does it. Like never letting a free afternoon go un-utilized, and exploring every nook of the interesting area we live in which i always take for granted. I'm trying to have some of that rub off on me. I also visited the Bay Area this past weekend and hit Napa and all that. We got wasted tasting wine and other stuff on mutiple occasions. I have some cool pictures and stuff that I'll have to upload once I get a chance.
Sitting in urgent care with a nice quarter inch long, eighth inch deep cut on my finger. And might not be seen for another forty minutes. Despite being the only person in the waiting room. Well that doesn't make any sense, bfx! Because apparently online check-in is a thing for urgent care. Amazing.
Cripes, for a second there I read that as an eight inch deep cut, before wondering exactly how big your fingers are. I hope it heals up soon!
Well christ, it went straight through his hand into his other hand! Yeah, how else are you supposed to have an eight inch cut! Thanks. Fortunately sutures were not needed, mostly because I didn't go in last night.
My article is done! Well, almost. There's a few points that I still want to improve upon, but I'm happy with it, the editor's happy with it and the guy whose book I write about seems happy with it. (It's the book I raved about a while ago. ) The article is written in Dutch, unfortunately for you guys. Looking back on writing it, it felt like a grind. A 37 hour 8 minute long writing / researching grind, to be precise. Maybe that's just something innate about (my) writing: it'll be unconvincing and terrible for a long time with progress going bird by bird until there's an inflection point. Then it's suddenly great and I don't stress about it so much. If all goes well it'll get published next Wednesday, and I'll be able to put Journalist on my resumé without hesitation. I stopped reading the lukewarm art book and have started reading Sherry Turkle's Reclaiming Conversation, which has reinvigorated the bookworm inside of me. I thought Alone Together was intriguing, but a bit dated. This book is way more relevant and, so far, a tad more interesting as well. While I have yet to witness some of the more abhorrent behaviours she describes in her book (the U.S. is always a year or two ahead in societal decay), I recognize a lot of elements and she continually provides interesting insights.
You keep going bird by bird and you'll get that worm!