Monday, April 11, 2005
(6:40 PM) | bitchphd:
Everyone's career and job anxieties, solved
Pish Tosh has the answer."For years I’ve also operated under the assumption that when you define your desired occupation as “writer,” especially as “essayist,” then no days are entirely lost days. BECAUSE EVEN ON DAYS WHEN YOU ARE TOTALLY LAZY, AND DRINK TOO MUCH, AND SPEND ALL DAY EITHER SURFING THE NET OR RE-WATCHING EPISODES OF FIREFLY ON DVD, even on these days, you’re “exploring.” The “modern condition.” Of the “literate female.”
And if you can salvage wits enough at least to make lines about it in your diary… well then, you’re well on your way to having material for the kind of non-fictional study which begins:
When I was in my twenties, I succumbed to the boredom and ennui of modern life and spent five years doing nothing but drinking whiskey, tormenting the cat, and watching Firefly on DVD…”"
I have no original content, but at least I'm not posting ASCII drawings.
