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.
