July 2011
9 posts
“I wish I could tell you it gets better, but…it doesn’t get better....”
– Joan Rivers
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No Time For That Now, The Computer’s Starting
I remember the time in-between time. That glorious, glowing free time that manifested itself between projects, classes, train stops, and seasons. I would find myself with an unplanned and unstructured block of minutes with which to think and do whatever came to mind - which was often nothing at all*.
In college, I knew fewer people, had less money, and wanted more (material) things. It wasn’t...
modern anxiety
When we self-diagnose, we look for control factors. Sometimes we invent them. The goal of solipsistic anxiety is to find an individual agent that explains our misery. We eliminate possibilities one-by-one in hopes that a single cause remains. This is how people deduce food allergies and come to workable morning routines (no to coffee, yes to tea; don’t transfer trains, walk the extra eight blocks...
