>sluggish

>A cold and rainy Friday disengages me from any potential action. It’s cold outside and cold inside, with nowhere in between to crawl into and hide. It’s not that I don’t want to accomplish anything. Because I do. There are many things I need to do. But half my body has already shut down again after only a few waking hours. I drag it along with me around the house like some aggregation of useless appendages, flopping around and weighing me down. So I look in the dictionary for answers and find this word that, although depressing in nature, accurately describes something that happened to someone last week:

afterclap n. An unexpected, often unpleasant sequel to a matter that had been considered closed.

insane human posse

>I would like to state for the record that humans are incredibly ridiculous. At any given time, I cannot tell if I should flee from them into the forest, or embrace them and revel in their ludicrousness. Last night I dreamt that one of my friends was trying to make me into a vampire. That really doesn’t have anything to do with the first part of this post, but I just thought I’d share. I think I need a vacation. Scratch that. I know I need a vacation.

crazy time

>It is now ten days before the deadline of the annual photo contest at work. I start to become a little unhinged during this period. Caffeine intake increases, behavior becomes more erratic, and my patience with contest participants drops sharply off. This temporal madness will last for at least a couple of weeks.

As usual I have more to say, but no time to say it in. I need to blank out with my book and eat my lunch with my back to this infernal screen.

yawp

>Stressful times of late have been observed here at Rhetoric World Headquarters. The fish absorbs all pollutants released in its environment through its scaly flesh. But the spawning season looms. I feel one of Whitman’s famed barbaric yawps welling up. It agitates inside me and burns to be let out. But when? And in what setting? One cannot plan these things; they just happen and you hope not to embarrass yourself in the process.

Alas, the activities of the work day reel me back in to the muddy Monday shore.

joyful day

>I don’t think I’ve ever been happier for a person than I was today. I probably have not even ever been so happy for myself. Because this person knows what they want (yes, I know it’s not correct grammar…whatever, I’m not using s/he), and they jumped through a lot of fiery hoops to get where they are. And then they waited…and waited…and waited longer…and endured some absurdly frustrating circumstances in the meantime. I deeply respect that. And I envy this person’s absolute certainty that they love what they do. Because it is a rare thing, at least in my experience, to find something you love to do so much and find that you can also be compensated monetarily for it. It takes colossal effort and experimentation to merely find something that you love to do day in and day out, never mind getting paid for it. This is not something that I have successfully achieved, nor will I probably ever. The activities that I am truly passionate about, that pulse joyfully through my veins, are unlikely to ever bring me enough income to live on. So I will continue to slog on through the mindless jobs that come my way, carving out from them the necessary allotments of time I require to maintain my sanity by riding my bike and bleeding black words upon the page. But that’s okay; I accept my fate. And this person who is so important to me will shine on as a radiant beacon of hope and optimism before me. I will bask in that warm glow, and be ever thankful…for you and for all the joy you bring me.

>sick

>I’m at home sick for the second day in a row. On one hand, it’s a pleasant escape from the everyday drudgery. But I get stir crazy very easily, and so virtually all of the appeal has worn off by this halfway point through the second day. I’m ready to throw myself back into the crazy world. I’ve mostly just stayed in bed for the past two days, and so everything outside of the bedroom has become suddenly foreign to me. Venturing to other parts of the house is a risky undertaking, and everything looks weird out there because I haven’t seen it in two days. It doesn’t help that it’s finally gotten cold here and the bedroom is currently the only room that is heated. So not only is it weird outside the bedroom, but it is also cold. Two strikes against leaving this safe haven.

Tomorrow is Halloween and I am not prepared due to my illness and, prior to that, my general laziness. I can’t seem to get myself together for this holiday in recent years. A long time ago, Halloween was a sacred time for me and my group of compatriots (many of whom I saw this past weekend for the first time in a couple of years). But lately I’ve been lacking in enthusiasm. The most fun I’ve had on Halloween in recent years was two years ago when I rode in the Halloween Critical Mass ride. Now that was fun. There is another Halloween ride this year (not CM) but I’m not sure I’ll be feeling well enough to participate.

Well, this afternoon is dragging, even more than an afternoon at work normally does. I suppose I should go find something mind-numbing to fill up a few hours. Maybe I will check the mail, too. First time outside the house in two days…could be exciting!

generalities

>I always wanted to major in Generalities. I think I’d be good at that. I don’t like to specialize, although I’m afraid that’s what I’ve gone and done. Specialization leads to pigeonholing, compartmentalization, and eventual extinction. One sees it in nature all the time. Someone inevitably comes along and destroys whatever you need in order to do your thing. It doesn’t matter if it’s a life or death issue. This could be a woodpecker disappearing when all specimens of its very favorite tree to peck at have been chopped down and made into widgets. Or it could be a number-crunching human losing its job to a sassy new computer program. On the other hand, if you stay general you are rewarded with a larger territory (witness the common sparrow), or a fatter salary with less responsibilities (witness the common executive).

But beyond just reasons of pure survival, I enjoy the general because it’s easy and fun. I’d much rather know a little about a lot, than way too much about the same boring thing. I’m okay with learning a fair amount about one thing as long as I get to move on to something else after the boredom sets in. [I just noticed that I’m using the word “thing” a lot. I don’t really care. Point of possible interest: in Texas they use the word “deal” in place of “thing.” It might actually be more rampant in common conversation than “thing” now that I think about it. I’m not sure why. I think it’s interesting, anyway].

To kind of wrap this up, I don’t remember having the option of studying Generalities in college. I don’t know if that’s even a choice anymore. It certainly doesn’t seem like it would get you a job. I can only imagine the interviews…”So, Mr. Blah, what did you learn in college that you feel prepared you for this job?” “Well, I majored in Generalities so I learned about stuff, in general, but I can’t really get into the specifics of the stuff, so…”

Honestly, though, I think I would’ve excelled in Generalities. I mean, how are you supposed to know at age 18 what you want to spend four years studying in preparation for a lifetime of work in that field? It’s preposterous, really. Absurd. Not that it matters anymore what you study in college. Someone told me the other day that “they” are calling the bachelor’s degree the new high school diploma and the master’s degree the new bachelor’s degree. Why is it even called a bachelor’s degree? Can’t you be married and get one, too? And what about all the unmarried bachelorettes? What do they get? But I digress. Whenever I hear people saying such and such is the “new” something else, I feel physically ill.

In conclusion, I would love to be able to answer the annoyingly ubiquitous question of “So, what do you do?” with “Oh, I’m a Generalist.” And not just a Generalist, but a career Generalist. Let me know if you hear of any openings.

and finally there was rain.

>After a very parched couple of months, we wake to a rainy day. I miss them. This morning a wee bird hunched under the awning of the feeder, leisurely pecking away at its breakfast and looking out at the wet green world around it. I feel like hunching down somewhere myself after the hellion broke through the veil of sleep last night, leaving me with a few hours of restless twisting and turning before NPR finally popped on and banished all hope of returning to slumber land. Spacey accurately describes my current state of mind.

I watched Jesus Camp the other night. Disturbing, but nothing I didn’t expect already. More fertilizer for growing the decision to leave the country, or better yet, the planet. On Monday at work I read that by 2050 the UN predicts that the world population will stand at over 9 billion, which is about 40 percent higher than what it is today, meaning that we will need the equivalent of two Earths in order to sustain ourselves. Since we all know that we don’t have an extra Earth lying around, those of us who are below the age of, say, 45 are likely to witness cataclysmic death and destruction on a grand scale we have previously not seen in our lifetimes.

The American people, including our stupid current presidential administration, are largely in denial. The carbon footprint of the average North American is double that of a European, and seven times that of the average Asian or African. The United States alone produces 25 percent of world CO2 emissions. We are digging a grave big enough for the whole world to lie in. How considerate of us. I’m sick of hearing about voluntary emissions caps for our corporate thugs. I’m sick of reading these facts and figures at work that put me in a foul mood and make everything seem hopeless. And I’m sick of standing with my bike at city intersections, coughing from the exhaust fumes, and watching as cars, SUVs, and minivans pass by, with nearly every one of them empty besides the driver.

>not again…

>These are the words of a bored person. Well, perhaps bored isn’t the correct descriptor. While it is true that my work bores me, I am not bored with my life. However, work still takes up a fair percentage of my life, so therefore bored might be the right word after all. I suppose it’s probably a question of semantics. And percentages. Which means that, if I cared, I could probably work out some kind of mathematical model to prove whether or not, in absolute terms, I actually am bored or not. But I don’t (care, that is).

I am forever in a conundrum because I do not want challenges in my work, because generally challenges come in the form of responsibilities. And responsibilities make me nervous. I don’t like being nervous because then I am stressed. And I hate stress. So I take jobs that don’t have much in the way of responsibilities and then I get bored.

I don’t like to be relied upon because then I am forced to be reliable day in and day out. And I just can’t guarantee that. I don’t want to feel like I need to be at work at a certain time every day or else holy hell will break out or, god forbid, I’ll miss a meeting. I’m not interested in leaping out of bed at 6:30 AM every day. I enjoy waking up gradually, and doing a fair amount of staring at the ceiling or gazing through the trees at the clouds. I also prefer to spend at least an hour watching the birds as I drink my coffee.

It’s not that I don’t like to work, per se. I’m just not interested in the types of jobs that modern society has to offer. It would be different if my job was to say, gather enough food to eat for the day and build a shelter to sleep in. That would be interesting and meaningful, and would require skills I could use to survive in any number of situations, such as the coming ecological holocaust.

Well, I better go see what the day has to offer.

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