Well, not senseless, really. It's just that there have been a lot of things standing in the way between me and this silly thing lately. Okay, all summer. Not that I'm the worst of the lot. A certain g. crayon is, I believe, still outstripping me in this capacity. What can possibly be so important that I haven't found the time/capacity/incentive to update? Well, wage labor, for one. I sometimes think I'm the only person in my situation--the whole, fifth year PhD bit, to be working a non-academic job not only during the summer but over the entire year. My loved ones will chime in here and remind me of the possibility of taking the summer off if only I'd be willing to make one small concession and sign on the dotted line. And I might, some day. Maybe next year, but we'll see. It will probably all depend on a number of factors, but the primary struggle is between my frugal-to-the-point-of-being OCDness and my desire for free time. Also, the older I get and the more advanced in this here game we all know and love, the more I think that in the final analysis, (or, at the end of the day, as Lorna might say) the joke is going to be, finally, on me.
So, yeah, but what else? I could write about our broken front window, my ever-larger but still not red tomatoes, my frustration with my pepper plants for apparently not caring for my style of plant-lovin', my dissertation blues, but who wants to hear about it? I'd like to think I'm not so deluded. Yet.
Then again, I was mystified for a long time about the whole blogging phenomenon in general. I always thought, how bizarre that people would make their journals public. You know, as if anybody would care to read the kind of drivel that I, when I was better about writing every day in my own journal, would pour onto the pages. Then I started reading peoples' blogs, checking out cyber-high school (aka myspace), etc. The result was that I gained a deep appreciation for the pleasures of online voyeurism. What fun. This has led, of course, to the place where I can write a completely uninteresting blog entry and am complete unfazed by its lack of humor or other interest. This does not mean, however, that I will not obsessively check back for comments. Next!
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6 comments:
Well, let me just assure you that this "completely uninteresting blog entry" is still 1,000 times more interesting than a single fucking thing said by any of my co-workers today.
Soon, camping!
i didn't know you had pepper plants! that is interesting.
I second BBE's comment. Give me a blog entry over an "overheard" anyday.
We'll pick on you endlessly about the job, but in the end, my student loan payments prevent me from going on a REAL vacation this year, like Scotland, where I was planning to bring back raw peat and start using your apartment as a barley keep. I'd punch through the two soft spot in your floor and fire up the peat there, I suppose. Oh, you'd still be able to sleep at night, but you'd have to sidestep a few obstacles in the morning. No biggee.
Just remember--a watched tomato never ripens.
Next summer, plant a small corn field in the backyard, just so B can have a Boomer mid-life crisis in the middle of it and mow it down to build a bocce court, or something.
Or reenact Signs.
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