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Rajeev keeps encouraging me to write, and I keep thinking it's a good idea, but I just don't have the impetus I used to. I have started writing in a paper journal again, and maybe that's good. But lately journals don't seem so much like places to incubate nascent ideas as they do places to put your complaints and negativity. I'm not sure that's something worth continuing.
I had stopped writing at all for a long time. I still pin that to a specific event -- James reading my journal -- which made me stop feeling like it was worth trying to keep anything private. And LiveJournal seemed so embarassing for a while there. It's still really problematic. But I kind of like that most everyone has jumped ship at this point. It's back to the nearly-but-clearly-not-quite private thing it was (or I thought it was) when I first got LiveJournal.
I moved to Ohio because I got a real job (at a desk), as an anthropologist (sort of), making a salary (but working a LOT), with a bad-ass title (for real). It was an opportunity I should not refuse. (In your head, say that with some kind of heavy/threatening accent.) So here I am. I guess it feels sort of like what I thought it would be like, except my paycheck is thinner than I'd thought it would be. And I'm making friends slightly faster than I thought I would. The CS community continues to be awesome.
Tomorrow I leave for Burning man. I'm getting up in less than 4 hours to drive to the airport, actually. But I'm starting to worry about all kinds of things. So many things I didn't plan out and can't be here for. Will I get any sleep tonight?
I had stopped writing at all for a long time. I still pin that to a specific event -- James reading my journal -- which made me stop feeling like it was worth trying to keep anything private. And LiveJournal seemed so embarassing for a while there. It's still really problematic. But I kind of like that most everyone has jumped ship at this point. It's back to the nearly-but-clearly-not-quite private thing it was (or I thought it was) when I first got LiveJournal.
I moved to Ohio because I got a real job (at a desk), as an anthropologist (sort of), making a salary (but working a LOT), with a bad-ass title (for real). It was an opportunity I should not refuse. (In your head, say that with some kind of heavy/threatening accent.) So here I am. I guess it feels sort of like what I thought it would be like, except my paycheck is thinner than I'd thought it would be. And I'm making friends slightly faster than I thought I would. The CS community continues to be awesome.
Tomorrow I leave for Burning man. I'm getting up in less than 4 hours to drive to the airport, actually. But I'm starting to worry about all kinds of things. So many things I didn't plan out and can't be here for. Will I get any sleep tonight?