as happy as a baby Psychlo on a straight diet of Kerbango
I started to post an entry at work three weeks ago and then stopped, then I logged on just now and LiveJournal still had my saved draft on file. I think it's clear which side wins out in the debate of Techmology: Is It Good Or Is It Whack? But the bigger question lingers: Wot is... a planet?
This is definitely the longest posting drought I've perpetuated since I fired this sucker up six years ago. I feel like it's primarily because LiveJournal is so community-oriented, and the people who formed the core of my O.G. posting days have faded into the everlasting abyss of grad school and employment. So I still have other high-quality journals to read, but the oomph to post and interact as I once did has definitely faded.
I never really wrote about work when my place of employment shifted in April. There are definitely positives - the atmosphere is a lot chirpier and cheerier compared with ANG's doom and gloom, and I'm actually working with people who are legitimately, geekily obsessed with news design and style, something I couldn't really say before. The resident copy desk veteran has four shelves' worth of media-related tomes flanking his desk and isn't afraid to bust any given one of them out if it'll help him prove our boss wrong about some minute point. The paper doesn't hide that it's a rag for people to read while riding Muni to work and then immediately chuck, but that lack of pretense is pretty refreshing.
At the same time, even though I've only been in this line of employment for a year and a half, I'm getting kind of sick of working evenings for the sake of an arm of journalism which is interesting, but not at all what I originally joined the Daily Cal to do all those moons ago. When the Internet finally levies its death blow on the world of print media, whether or not I know how to use Adobe InDesign is going to become moot. Plus, on a more direct note, I'd like to be able to go to whatever concerts I want and not just ones that fall on Saturdays and Mondays. Though I do have some awesome ones coming up - the New Pornographers next week, the Pipettes in October and Jens Lekman in early November all have my showgoing future looking pretty bright.
In theory I'd like to start writing again, or, better yet, team up with Jake and David and finally cobble together that Awesome Website that every group of friends says they're going to launch. It's just so hard to break out of routine. I have my media absorption practically down to a schedule; new music on my iPod during work, books on my commute, during my dinner break and whenever Jen is busy playing some GameCube RPG, with the rest of my time devoted to plowing through my Netflix selections. It's all entertaining but it's gotten me kind of boxed in, and as a result I never really want to leave my apartment, which is bad.
So yeah, that's me in a nutshell. I'll figure out where the hell to go next before too long; in the meantime if you want to see me on Saturdays or Mondays, I'm probably not doing anything and secretly craving sweet, sweet beer. Or coffee. Or Spices 3, AKA Oakland's Palace of Death By Post-Nasal Drip.
» I was jogging around Lake Merritt last week and Emerson, Lake & Palmer's cover of "Hoedown" came up on shuffle. For 3 minutes and 47 seconds, I was driven by the pure energy of the gods.
» Has anyone read the Adrian Mole series of books? Are they awesome? The descriptions I've read make it sound like a less misanthropic John Updike for kids. Plus I saw Youth in Revolt described as "a combination of Adrian Mole and Portnoy's Complaint," and the two of the three I've read in that triad are totally fucking sweet. Recommend me books!
» Shoot 'Em Up has the same plot as Yoshi's Island.
This is definitely the longest posting drought I've perpetuated since I fired this sucker up six years ago. I feel like it's primarily because LiveJournal is so community-oriented, and the people who formed the core of my O.G. posting days have faded into the everlasting abyss of grad school and employment. So I still have other high-quality journals to read, but the oomph to post and interact as I once did has definitely faded.
I never really wrote about work when my place of employment shifted in April. There are definitely positives - the atmosphere is a lot chirpier and cheerier compared with ANG's doom and gloom, and I'm actually working with people who are legitimately, geekily obsessed with news design and style, something I couldn't really say before. The resident copy desk veteran has four shelves' worth of media-related tomes flanking his desk and isn't afraid to bust any given one of them out if it'll help him prove our boss wrong about some minute point. The paper doesn't hide that it's a rag for people to read while riding Muni to work and then immediately chuck, but that lack of pretense is pretty refreshing.
At the same time, even though I've only been in this line of employment for a year and a half, I'm getting kind of sick of working evenings for the sake of an arm of journalism which is interesting, but not at all what I originally joined the Daily Cal to do all those moons ago. When the Internet finally levies its death blow on the world of print media, whether or not I know how to use Adobe InDesign is going to become moot. Plus, on a more direct note, I'd like to be able to go to whatever concerts I want and not just ones that fall on Saturdays and Mondays. Though I do have some awesome ones coming up - the New Pornographers next week, the Pipettes in October and Jens Lekman in early November all have my showgoing future looking pretty bright.
In theory I'd like to start writing again, or, better yet, team up with Jake and David and finally cobble together that Awesome Website that every group of friends says they're going to launch. It's just so hard to break out of routine. I have my media absorption practically down to a schedule; new music on my iPod during work, books on my commute, during my dinner break and whenever Jen is busy playing some GameCube RPG, with the rest of my time devoted to plowing through my Netflix selections. It's all entertaining but it's gotten me kind of boxed in, and as a result I never really want to leave my apartment, which is bad.
So yeah, that's me in a nutshell. I'll figure out where the hell to go next before too long; in the meantime if you want to see me on Saturdays or Mondays, I'm probably not doing anything and secretly craving sweet, sweet beer. Or coffee. Or Spices 3, AKA Oakland's Palace of Death By Post-Nasal Drip.
» I was jogging around Lake Merritt last week and Emerson, Lake & Palmer's cover of "Hoedown" came up on shuffle. For 3 minutes and 47 seconds, I was driven by the pure energy of the gods.
» Has anyone read the Adrian Mole series of books? Are they awesome? The descriptions I've read make it sound like a less misanthropic John Updike for kids. Plus I saw Youth in Revolt described as "a combination of Adrian Mole and Portnoy's Complaint," and the two of the three I've read in that triad are totally fucking sweet. Recommend me books!
» Shoot 'Em Up has the same plot as Yoshi's Island.