All the thoughts fit to type at the moment
The following thoughts are on a repeating loop in my brain right now:
- Whether it's a net negative that I've been liking albums that turn up in Grammy nominations and bands that are playing huge venues now (as a corollary: whether I'm getting old and uncool.) I want to see the Black Keys! I kind of want to see Bon Iver but you did not just see me write that. But you'll find me living in a box under Lake Shore Drive before you'll find me at a show at UIC Pavilion. Even if I almost went for the Arcade Fire last year and aaaaagh guys why did I not see these people when I could've seen them at reasonable places? I think I might just go see Akron/Family again at the Hideout in January so I'll feel better about my cred.
- Whether I can allow myself to accept that there is, in fact, one contemporary mustache I don't hate.
- Thoughts on the demonization of opinionated and forward women (in fiction, but also particularly in the bizarre reality show that is my office, and the gossip-type fiction that arises out of it).
- Miscellaneous fantasies about meeting strangers in Chicago and offering them coffee and awkward conversation in broken French.
- Miscellaneous fantasies about finding an arty and ambitious collective of people in Chicago that will give me an excuse to actually create things for a change so I can stop fantasizing about co-opting and bunch of people from Paris.
- Guys seriously why can't I ever commit myself to working on something! We have the INTERNET surely I could write some kind of serial something that people might read, right? Why can't I do this? Hint: It's because I am sickeningly co-dependent when it comes to inspiration and motivation for writing. Ugh.
- Pondering on the relationship between creators, creations, and fandoms and critics.
- Wigging out about my assignments for yuletide and ladystuck because ugh I had ideas that then turned out not to fit the prompts and now I'm lost again.
- Pondering on the nature of online identity and real-life identity (and whether I can make the argument that some fanfiction is useful as a tool for critical thinking and deconstruction of source material as a sort of manifesto to excuse the fact that I only have about two writing samples that aren't fanfic. (I'm going with no on that one.))
- Trying to delineate exactly when it was that I stopped noticing whether someone had a beard or not (okay, so apparently facial hair is a theme. Idek. I have a complicated history in regards to men's facial hair.)
(Notice how none of these things have much to do with grad school/teaching programs? Yeah, I noticed that, too.)
- Whether it's a net negative that I've been liking albums that turn up in Grammy nominations and bands that are playing huge venues now (as a corollary: whether I'm getting old and uncool.) I want to see the Black Keys! I kind of want to see Bon Iver but you did not just see me write that. But you'll find me living in a box under Lake Shore Drive before you'll find me at a show at UIC Pavilion. Even if I almost went for the Arcade Fire last year and aaaaagh guys why did I not see these people when I could've seen them at reasonable places? I think I might just go see Akron/Family again at the Hideout in January so I'll feel better about my cred.
- Whether I can allow myself to accept that there is, in fact, one contemporary mustache I don't hate.
- Thoughts on the demonization of opinionated and forward women (in fiction, but also particularly in the bizarre reality show that is my office, and the gossip-type fiction that arises out of it).
- Miscellaneous fantasies about meeting strangers in Chicago and offering them coffee and awkward conversation in broken French.
- Miscellaneous fantasies about finding an arty and ambitious collective of people in Chicago that will give me an excuse to actually create things for a change so I can stop fantasizing about co-opting and bunch of people from Paris.
- Guys seriously why can't I ever commit myself to working on something! We have the INTERNET surely I could write some kind of serial something that people might read, right? Why can't I do this? Hint: It's because I am sickeningly co-dependent when it comes to inspiration and motivation for writing. Ugh.
- Pondering on the relationship between creators, creations, and fandoms and critics.
- Wigging out about my assignments for yuletide and ladystuck because ugh I had ideas that then turned out not to fit the prompts and now I'm lost again.
- Pondering on the nature of online identity and real-life identity (and whether I can make the argument that some fanfiction is useful as a tool for critical thinking and deconstruction of source material as a sort of manifesto to excuse the fact that I only have about two writing samples that aren't fanfic. (I'm going with no on that one.))
- Trying to delineate exactly when it was that I stopped noticing whether someone had a beard or not (okay, so apparently facial hair is a theme. Idek. I have a complicated history in regards to men's facial hair.)
(Notice how none of these things have much to do with grad school/teaching programs? Yeah, I noticed that, too.)