I’m curious about the idea of exercising midday. In my mind, exercise has always an intermediate space between work and play; it transitions one away from responsibility and into enjoyment.
I wonder if resorting the timing of an activity will thereby alter the meaning it carries. If I went to night school, would I be a different kind of student?
Writing these posts doesn’t make me productive. It does, however, serve a certain psychological compulsion that demands of me sustained production.
Of course, this is wasted time, as best as can be understood. I’m waiting for a haircut; there’s not much to be done in this heavily DJ’ed environment. Which is to say, writing gives the sense of doing work- it generates the same neurobiological response as completion of actual work. That might be a comment on law school itself, which demands a large amount of value-neutral “work” that serves a primary function of being a fuzzy signal to employers.
Anyway, writing feels good; it feels like accomplishment. Consider that praise at 10 feet and criticism at 30,000.
Just to be clear: there is no reason for the Tumblr app to demand I write in whatever the alternative to “landscape mode” is. Just saying.
(Meta on meta: I really dig two-word snark closers. Mine doesn’t get the job done, but I can dream.)
I’m trying to decide whether or not to push through and continuing reading for evidence, or to hold back and consider some big-picture issues surrounding this semester. Which is to say, I’m having a tough time getting my head in the game.
If you’ve never heard of it, I’ll leave it at this: any site that sends passive agressive emails when you don’t visit often enough is doing something wrong. I got lured away by Flavors. Simple as that.
Word is, planning a vacation produces more happiness than any other activity.
As it stands, I’m more stressed out about this upcoming trip than I’d like to be, or than is even remotely reasonable.
I caught about twenty minutes of today’s summit. Two things: