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Life, and things therein
Dec. 10th, 2003 12:55 amCame to a startling, yet entirely obvious conclusion about the thread of my life and career while in the shower. Going to hold off on yodeling it from the rooftops just yet, though I have been doing so to a select group of people, all very close.
This is, basically, taking up threads from my life that I've been working on since ... oh ... 1992 or thereabouts, and weaving them into my career-path. Very nice, and something I can really dig my teeth into, research-wise.
I haven't consulted with the Important People yet on this, so don't expect to be getting much detail until they're all contacted.
It sounds a lot sillier on paper than it does in my head.
A side effect will be that I'll likely be a lot more blunt, even if that does mean I'll be stepping on some toes here and there. Part of it's going to be less internal censorship, less searching for the perfect word. Part of it's going to be less bowing to the opinions of those around me.
I've been contemplating making a secondary journal, one just for the polished writings, and shoving those up there from time to time, every time I felt the need to put out a polished, edited rant. However, I wouldn't be able to say how frequently that would happen -- just when they happened, I suppose. This journal's staying in place, and getting the random babblings still.
"I'll be here when it all gets weird" -- there have been songs from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadesong's ultimate mix CD in my head, because those are the kinds of things that stick in my head. Roots. I'm one of those people whose cultural identity isn't synonymous with the families I came from, necessarily, just what I was exposed to as a child. Celtic music is up there, though, and folk music, and all sorts of interesting and random things. So songs like that stick in the head hard, because I should have grown up hearing them, and they fit the patterns in my head.
Patterns in my head is going to be a preoccupation. Think of it as me cleaning out the closets and getting everything in order. Cleaning out the catbox. I still need to write that parody.
Speaking of which, I did have a butterbeer, so this is both more fluid and more disorganized than it could have been.
Typing speed had been way suffering. It's back up where it used to be, now, and I'm happy with that. My father taught me to never go back immediately to fix mistakes, go back when done with typing that bit, get it all down first. I sometimes listen to him.
This is, basically, taking up threads from my life that I've been working on since ... oh ... 1992 or thereabouts, and weaving them into my career-path. Very nice, and something I can really dig my teeth into, research-wise.
I haven't consulted with the Important People yet on this, so don't expect to be getting much detail until they're all contacted.
It sounds a lot sillier on paper than it does in my head.
A side effect will be that I'll likely be a lot more blunt, even if that does mean I'll be stepping on some toes here and there. Part of it's going to be less internal censorship, less searching for the perfect word. Part of it's going to be less bowing to the opinions of those around me.
I've been contemplating making a secondary journal, one just for the polished writings, and shoving those up there from time to time, every time I felt the need to put out a polished, edited rant. However, I wouldn't be able to say how frequently that would happen -- just when they happened, I suppose. This journal's staying in place, and getting the random babblings still.
"I'll be here when it all gets weird" -- there have been songs from
shadesong's ultimate mix CD in my head, because those are the kinds of things that stick in my head. Roots. I'm one of those people whose cultural identity isn't synonymous with the families I came from, necessarily, just what I was exposed to as a child. Celtic music is up there, though, and folk music, and all sorts of interesting and random things. So songs like that stick in the head hard, because I should have grown up hearing them, and they fit the patterns in my head. Patterns in my head is going to be a preoccupation. Think of it as me cleaning out the closets and getting everything in order. Cleaning out the catbox. I still need to write that parody.
Speaking of which, I did have a butterbeer, so this is both more fluid and more disorganized than it could have been.
Typing speed had been way suffering. It's back up where it used to be, now, and I'm happy with that. My father taught me to never go back immediately to fix mistakes, go back when done with typing that bit, get it all down first. I sometimes listen to him.
