May. 14th, 2014 10:23 pm
Verblendet
These days seems like if I don't post an entry right when inspiration strikes, I never end up posting anything at all. I've had another spring post kicking around in my head for a couple days, but I feel like I've been writing too much about flowers and rain lately. Then today I had a half-baked idea regarding cultural appropriation in corporate branding, but upon consideration the point seems so obvious as to be hardly worth making. I also thought about posting a guide to How Not To Have a Meeting using one of today's confabs as an object lesson, but I made all my points in great detail to
monshu over the dinner table and now I can't be bothered to put them all down.
But why does everything have to be a mini-essay? This space is essentially a scratchpad for me to record what was running through my head at a particular moment so I can recall it later. Last night I dreamt about something I'd read on Facebook, that we should all post pictures of same-sex kisses to get everyone so accustomed to the sight that a clip of Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend won't raise any ripples. I also dreamt in German and meant to look up a couple things when I woke up, like how to day "deluded fool". On the shuttle on the way home, I chatted with a coworker about what fish we do and don't like to eat. And I brought home another of the books I picked up at our booksale on Staff Day.
I'm anxious to start reading some of those acquisitions, so I meant to push my way through a couple more chapters of A complicated kindness before bedding down. Instead, I parked myself in front of this computer and simply frittered away three hours. That happens far too often nowadays, and I'm not sure how to prevent it.
But why does everything have to be a mini-essay? This space is essentially a scratchpad for me to record what was running through my head at a particular moment so I can recall it later. Last night I dreamt about something I'd read on Facebook, that we should all post pictures of same-sex kisses to get everyone so accustomed to the sight that a clip of Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend won't raise any ripples. I also dreamt in German and meant to look up a couple things when I woke up, like how to day "deluded fool". On the shuttle on the way home, I chatted with a coworker about what fish we do and don't like to eat. And I brought home another of the books I picked up at our booksale on Staff Day.
I'm anxious to start reading some of those acquisitions, so I meant to push my way through a couple more chapters of A complicated kindness before bedding down. Instead, I parked myself in front of this computer and simply frittered away three hours. That happens far too often nowadays, and I'm not sure how to prevent it.