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Slump
So it’s no surprise that I haven’t been keeping up with this blog, and the truth is that I’ve been in a pretty major slump lately, in just about all aspects of my life. My cousin Isabelle put it nicely when she called it “transition depression” over lunch a few weeks ago. I’m “graduating” in 9 days, though I have to be back here in the fall to finish up the last of my courses. I had tried to take 27 credits this semester and it turned into a train wreck; I have a habit of taking off more than I can chew and then being all surprised when it doesn’t exactly pan out the way I want it to. Read the rest of this entry »
On marriage
When people ask me if I’m happy I got married, I generally tell them it’s the best decision I’ve ever made, and every day with Ivona affirms that. People ask me why I got married so young, and while there are a lot of reasons, sometimes I just say “I guess I was the marrying type,” which really means “I’m sick of people asking me this shit.” I have canned responses for tons of questions. It probably comes from years of driving buses and cabs, and being asked the same questions constantly. But my answers about marriage, while they may be canned, are also deeply true. It’s not being married that’s so great as much as it is the person I’m married to, of course. But you know what I mean.
Sensing a theme
Throughout my college career, several semesters have stood out as having a common theme, as if all my courses seem to be about the same over-arching message. More than likely it’s because I have a certain idea in my brain that I’m thinking about, and that could influence my choice of classes or what I get out of them, but sometimes it seems uncanny how similar the ideas are between the different courses.
The theme of this semester seems to be centered on objectivity and subjectivity. These are ideas I’ve dealt with a lot as a journalist, but lately I’ve really been thinking about it a lot. As I wrote in one of my papers for Covering Race lately, as a journalism student I’ve been told that objectivity is the highest ideal. I’ve pursued it, trying to keep my personal beliefs and opinions out of the discussion. I always had the feeling that perfect objectivity was unnattainable, but lately I’m feeling like even imperfect objectivity doesn’t even exist.
I never thought I’d say this…
…but I really wish we’d gone to Starbucks instead.
I honestly am having a hard time believing that in 2009 a nation-wide coffee chain can put such ridiculous restrictions on Internet access as Panera does. Ivona and I wanted to get out of the house and do some reading and I wanted to get some website work done, including setting up a site on my web host for Maury. After paying for overpriced coffee and 20-30 minutes of time online, which was spent frustratingly hitting the refresh button because the connection constantly dropped or timed out, I got another login screen.
“We are sorry: An error has occurred. You have consumed all on-line peak period time available. Please retry later.”
Social life (revised: first drunk post wooo!)
I’ll preface this post with the disclaimer that I’m just a little drunk, and I blame Alex for that entirely.
Tonight I got out of my rut of social inactvity – my buddy T.J. was supposed to do that last weekend with his wine and cheese party, but it was delayed until tomorrow due to snow, so my only human contact for the last week was Ivona. Don’t get me wrong, that’s pretty ok with me, and I’ve enjoyed watching episode after episode of The Office while she’s been at work, but I realized today how much I’ve missed varied social interaction this past month; it was great to meet new people in a new environment, although I’ll admit it takes some warming up to new surroundings for me. Alex has probably noticed this more than anyone, but I think in the past couple years I’ve become increasingly uptight, and it really helps me unwind to go out and have a few drinks and relax a little bit. I don’t mean to say I need a couple drinks to relax and talk with people, but it helps. (I’M NOT AN ALCOHOLIC I SWEAR.)
