So, I've been measuring the value of my life by how bloggy it's been lately. Even when I was studying for the dread pirate Bar Exam, I had stuff to say, but this long spiral into gainfully employed machinehood hasn't quite had the same effect. At one point last week, I even typed a dramatic screed against the Oakland Public Works Agency for their preoposterous, pro-environmental policies: if your grabage doesn't fit entirely within the miniature garbage cans they've issued you, they don't take it; if your broken mop handle protrudes from the top, they take it out and leave it on the sidewalk--then challenge you to schedule an additional pick-up with them at the rate of $6 per item/bag. Can you imagine this happening in New York? One Friday night, this tyranny led me to the ignominy of having to pile trash into my car and unload it into a dumpster in an abandoned part of town. Sorry, that was screed redux.Anyway, I haven't had a whole lot to say. Job's been okay; not much to report. I did call my boss Matt the other day, though his name's Mike. That wasn't smooth, but one of my colleagues set me at ease: "90% of the people here mispronounce your name. What's the big deal?" During my BART commute in the morning, I've been reading Revolutionary Road and trying to tell myself that the protagonist--a 29-year-old corporate commuter with vanquished hopes and dreams--is not the cause for the clanging in my soul.
Alas, in the absence of any other fascinating bits to share, I share yet another sartorial question: Can I bring back velcro? Or would doing so be a gross mismeasure of footwear irony? See above.
2 comments:
i feel you, my friend. i feel you. virtually all of my conversations nowadays consist of my re-iterations of my conversations at work.
case in point -
X: i have every form of caffeine known to man on my desk and i'm still tired.
me: have you tried mountain dew?
X: does that actually work?
me: yeah, it has a ton of caffeine and it tastes better than redbull.
X: oh...so that's why Y always drinks it. does diet still have the same effect?
me: yeah, regular is too sweet.
X: i'll have to try it then.
sure enough, i saw a bottle of diet mountain dew on X's desk 2 days later. and these amazing stories just don't end.
anyway, i hate shoelaces and the tyranny they impose on my time and my hands. you've got my blessing to go velcro.
and btw, seoul has very strict trash laws. you can only buy designated, city-issued bags and if you don't put your trash in those, they don't collect it and you're fined (i think i'm right on that last part). anyway, i think it's a good idea. i think people will think twice about throwing everything away if they had to pay for it - not only to purchase the item in the first place, then to discard it, too.
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