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Apr. 3rd, 2014 07:47 amI KEEP NOT WRITING
On the very plus side, I’m keeping busy.
I’ve made some minor life changes and had some.
Work is returned to a pleasant place to be I’m sad to say. The asshat has crawled back into his cave, and when he pokes his pale skin and squinty eyes out, he doesn’t say much. The more he says, the more likely it is that my Pureto Rican boss will raise her voice and all but shove her foot up his ass. Like the wife of a currently sober alcoholic, with nobody hitting on them, I’m having a hard time motivating myself to look for work.
Hung out with a friend-mom last night, am doing the same tonight, as I think about kids n’shit (figuratively and literally thank you). I can say I want kids, and that the want is knowingly in ignorance. I understand like a head wound you can’t understand if you haven’t experienced it.
I recently went through a bunch of my old motions looking for case law, and am happy and ashamed at the same time (insert sexual reference here) (then another with religious overtones). There is no avoiding the fact my writing is a lot better today than it was then. I’m proud of that, and understand the shitty writing that was my training when I started. However, I’m humbled to see what shitty work I did at that time. I thought I was doing a good job.
The more I walk around my dc house the more I want to live there. I’m scared I’m overspending on the place with renovations, but if I live there as long as I think I might it’s likely not overspending if a) the values go up in 5-7 years (highly likely, taking place now) and b) I enjoy the mods. If I rent out a room upstairs plus the basement, I can live there literally for free.
I hurt myself in the gym - pulled or strained tendon in my back. I’m 1-2 weeks into 4-6 weeks of taking it easy on my back. Somewhere through the posterior chain work I was failing to engage the glutes enough and taking the load in my lower back too much, plus I had horrible lack of exterior rotation in the hip flexors (if I’m getting all my terms right) which was related to the shifting of the load unevenly. So, returning to form and variant work rather than super big weights. My workout buddy has passed all my maxes which makes me sort of proud and sad. He’s 10x better about research than I am. I barely keep up with the vids and articles he sends me.
I voted in the DC election; mixed feelings about that. I have been seeing the crazy of local politics, and it’s 10x crazier than Arlington.
Speaking of racial politics, found a naked black baby doll trapped inside a bannister post in my new house. That was a hoot in fb land. Racism is huge in dc, from af-amers (not all, but generally a racist in dc on a message board or listserv tends to be an af-amer railing about racism). I’m a “white” guy moving into a gentrifying neighborhood, so I’m ready for the lambasting by people with half-formed opinions based on sided perspectives with no depth. I also don’t care much - I want the cops in my ‘hood to prevent crime so my friends can walk safely on the street and my shit’s in my house when I come home - little things I think everyone should enjoy no matter what part of town they live in. I think you should shoot people who say snitches get stiches. Oops.
I’m afraid none of my current thought patterns or subjects are of much use or interested to anyone else. Well not afraid, more like admitting without much concern. I write more for sharing or teaching, or sometimes for a feeling of social connection. I feel very socially connected right now, so I’m not sure where the writing urge is originating.
On the very plus side, I’m keeping busy.
I’ve made some minor life changes and had some.
Work is returned to a pleasant place to be I’m sad to say. The asshat has crawled back into his cave, and when he pokes his pale skin and squinty eyes out, he doesn’t say much. The more he says, the more likely it is that my Pureto Rican boss will raise her voice and all but shove her foot up his ass. Like the wife of a currently sober alcoholic, with nobody hitting on them, I’m having a hard time motivating myself to look for work.
Hung out with a friend-mom last night, am doing the same tonight, as I think about kids n’shit (figuratively and literally thank you). I can say I want kids, and that the want is knowingly in ignorance. I understand like a head wound you can’t understand if you haven’t experienced it.
I recently went through a bunch of my old motions looking for case law, and am happy and ashamed at the same time (insert sexual reference here) (then another with religious overtones). There is no avoiding the fact my writing is a lot better today than it was then. I’m proud of that, and understand the shitty writing that was my training when I started. However, I’m humbled to see what shitty work I did at that time. I thought I was doing a good job.
The more I walk around my dc house the more I want to live there. I’m scared I’m overspending on the place with renovations, but if I live there as long as I think I might it’s likely not overspending if a) the values go up in 5-7 years (highly likely, taking place now) and b) I enjoy the mods. If I rent out a room upstairs plus the basement, I can live there literally for free.
I hurt myself in the gym - pulled or strained tendon in my back. I’m 1-2 weeks into 4-6 weeks of taking it easy on my back. Somewhere through the posterior chain work I was failing to engage the glutes enough and taking the load in my lower back too much, plus I had horrible lack of exterior rotation in the hip flexors (if I’m getting all my terms right) which was related to the shifting of the load unevenly. So, returning to form and variant work rather than super big weights. My workout buddy has passed all my maxes which makes me sort of proud and sad. He’s 10x better about research than I am. I barely keep up with the vids and articles he sends me.
I voted in the DC election; mixed feelings about that. I have been seeing the crazy of local politics, and it’s 10x crazier than Arlington.
Speaking of racial politics, found a naked black baby doll trapped inside a bannister post in my new house. That was a hoot in fb land. Racism is huge in dc, from af-amers (not all, but generally a racist in dc on a message board or listserv tends to be an af-amer railing about racism). I’m a “white” guy moving into a gentrifying neighborhood, so I’m ready for the lambasting by people with half-formed opinions based on sided perspectives with no depth. I also don’t care much - I want the cops in my ‘hood to prevent crime so my friends can walk safely on the street and my shit’s in my house when I come home - little things I think everyone should enjoy no matter what part of town they live in. I think you should shoot people who say snitches get stiches. Oops.
I’m afraid none of my current thought patterns or subjects are of much use or interested to anyone else. Well not afraid, more like admitting without much concern. I write more for sharing or teaching, or sometimes for a feeling of social connection. I feel very socially connected right now, so I’m not sure where the writing urge is originating.
