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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
in the week or so since my last serenade, i have shed the intolerable cloak of feigned ambitions and returned to whence i came. no more morning commutes with my adopted brethren of the disgruntled working world. no more greetings from that ugly desk and grey computer that taunted me with the inevitability of another day spent making copies and filing bullshit paperwork for that poor lot so cleverly connived into thinking the work they awoke to each morning and took home with them each night was somehow a worthwhile expenditure of their waning concentration and intellectual vitality. no, it is over now and this is the last you can expect of my post facto bitching.
all is right now in the world (except for everything save my work situation. elaborate? certainly. check out swizzard's and my new blog -- prosthetic credibility). i have taken more hours (they were given to me after much pleading, actually) at my most beloved haven of philosophical tutelage and architectural wonder -- the house of the temple home of the scottish rite masons - southern jourisdiction. tours available! 8am-330pm weekdays! don't be frightened, they're good people!
meanwhile, all free time is being funneled into my stunted pursuit (stunted by my relative lack of this so-called "free time") of the arabic language + the ever growing stack of books just begging to be read. [why -- you might ask -- in light of this time-shortage activity-surplus, would i spend time corresponding with myself on this here lonely forum? an excellent question.] for now, suffice to say it is early still and the tour seekers have yet to show their faces at our door.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
alas!, redemption for a squandered month on the grind behind that insipid desk with beige computer . my last hours as a cog in steve emerson's pathetic wheel have come to their inevitable end. i can finally vomit up the sour bile of resentment toward the colorless character of nine-to-five that has been collecting in the back of my calloused throat since i first took up my post alongside the sorry souls of the intern underworld.
more later.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
yes, well. ..more than a year has passed since i first balanced my latent (or not so latent) techy popculture driven blog desires with my (pompous?, shut up.) neoluddite anti-popculture inhibitions, sucked it up and got a fucking blog., and having since taken a really good nap (and having been nudged by dear swizzard toward a handful of inspiring, funny, and worthwhile blogs - checkthelinks), i think its finally time to stare down my demons of accountability and put my blatherings (usually reserved for that -un?-fortunate few that i spend all my time with and thus both prompt and refine those blatherings) in print, or type, or whateverthehell the internet is (010100111010010?).
actually, i really just want to show everyone this lonely planet forum post that radley balko has linked to his blog that i think might be the funniest goddamn thing i've ever read:
read all the whole first page (and if you can, read "cyclotouriste's" threads in a sean connery voice for a really worthwhile effect).
so, right. that's it for now. i'm at work (that i quit the other day! i'm almost done with you office life! you taker of sunny days! you chamber of stale air and intellects! one more day!), and i think i have to maintain some sort of semblance of productivity or else they make me eat my paycheck.
