Let summer begin
May 16, 2009 Leave a comment
I’m a neurotic person. I’m getting better. I try not to be one of those people who frets aloud about my future when there is nothing to fret about, for instance. I try not to fret aloud in general. I’m pretty good at that. But other neuroses, all of the ones I keep internal, are kind of funny when I think about it. Many have been borne of a year of being immersed in my journalism school program, focusing on writing longer, hopefully well-informed articles.
If I can give advice to my youngers, I would say, don’t spend too much time worrying about what you need to do in the future if you can’t do anything about it at present. It’s hard to live this advice though until the “worst” has passed, but at least now that school is over for me, I can appreciate all of the things I can do without anxiety about time wasted.
Some things I have more peace of mind doing now that I am done with my journalism school program:
- Watching “This Old House”
- Watching TV in general
- Reading fiction (just finished Kate Chopin’s Awakening, now onto Ian McKewan’s Atonement)
- Reading the newspaper (ironic, isn’t it)
- Staying up til 4 a.m. with friends
- Long outings
- Vacations (thinking of the Pacific Coast, weekends nearby NY)
- Watching movies (my Netflix account has been dormant for months. what a waste of my own money)
- Getting my new bike fixed up
Things that it might take me awhile to do again with some joy
- Read The New Yorker (I managed to get through an article about the guy who owns Charles Shaw today. One piece at a time.)
- Reading The New York Times
- Calling someone on a Brooklyn community board
- Entering the Columbia journalism school building
- Seeing the word “Pulitzer”
- Debating about new media
- Listening to anyone talk about the demise of newspapers
- Listening to anyone talk about how much they like to hold paper or the alternative, how everything will be on a Kindle soon enough
- Entering the Columbia gym
- Reading newspaper editorials
- Talking about writing
Isn’t there some quote about how it is hard to talk about what you love? Or not to watch sausage get made? Well, I have been in the sausage factory for 9 months and it was great, but it is time to get back in touch with the rest of life. Summer, naturally is the perfect time to do it. And I’m sure I’ll be able to read the New Yorker again cover to cover, once I have gone a couple months without hearing about Joan Didion and gotten past John McPhee-induced river rafting acid flashbacks (that being a figure of speech
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