My Thanksgiving break so far:
+ Made a six-hour drive with the parental units plus a kid who slept in the back seat the entire time and another kid with no volume control or content filters on the topics of her one-sided conversation.
+ Did a hell-ton of random philosophizing with the roommate and friends via Facebook and with the sister and parents IRL. Apparently all I do these days is talk about community-building and leading revolutions and gender roles and interpersonal relationships of every variety. Many excellent points were made by everyone.
+ Started an unofficial comparison of the crisis of modern masculinity as presented in John Eldredge's book "Wild At Heart" versus Fight Club. (One's a Christian book and the other is, well, Palahniuk, but bizarrely there's more in common ground than you'd think. This is apparently what happens when I have lengthy discussions with my friends in gender studies courses.)
+ Made a Fight Club fanmix.
+ Realized how utterly depressing Fight Club can be at two in the morning and laid off said fanmix.
+ Worked at the real estate office and decided said fanmix was the only thing that could keep me sane in the cubicle farm. So many short sale letters, guys. You can't even begin to imagine.
+ Caught myself trying to classify every tree we drove past.
+ Wrote...absolutely nothing. I need to get on that now that I (in theory) know where I'm going with this story. Unfortunately this means I'll need to plan a two-thousand-mile road trip that I will never take myself.
...Yeah, pretty much. I need to go to bed.
+ Did a hell-ton of random philosophizing with the roommate and friends via Facebook and with the sister and parents IRL. Apparently all I do these days is talk about community-building and leading revolutions and gender roles and interpersonal relationships of every variety. Many excellent points were made by everyone.
+ Started an unofficial comparison of the crisis of modern masculinity as presented in John Eldredge's book "Wild At Heart" versus Fight Club. (One's a Christian book and the other is, well, Palahniuk, but bizarrely there's more in common ground than you'd think. This is apparently what happens when I have lengthy discussions with my friends in gender studies courses.)
+ Made a Fight Club fanmix.
+ Realized how utterly depressing Fight Club can be at two in the morning and laid off said fanmix.
+ Worked at the real estate office and decided said fanmix was the only thing that could keep me sane in the cubicle farm. So many short sale letters, guys. You can't even begin to imagine.
+ Caught myself trying to classify every tree we drove past.
+ Wrote...absolutely nothing. I need to get on that now that I (in theory) know where I'm going with this story. Unfortunately this means I'll need to plan a two-thousand-mile road trip that I will never take myself.
...Yeah, pretty much. I need to go to bed.