I’m the guy who seems to hold white people to higher standards of service than non-white people. At least when it comes to coffee.
If I get shitty service from a Starbucks (generally staffed by white people), I avoid returning to it for a long time. If I get shitty service at a Dunkin Donuts (generally staffed by Indians, Pakistanis, or Latinos), I cut them some slack and figure they’ll be better next time.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything of note. Here’s a list of reasons for that, but I’m not sure which ones have the most weight:
I suffer from anxiety
I suffer from mild depression and/or this winter has depressed the crap out of me
I have a lot of work to do at my day job and feel guilty if I “waste” writing-time on myself
I don’t feel like writing or sharing things that I once did, because Facebook has become the default destination for minor personal observations
I feel like I can outsource being clever to Twitter
I use my tumblr blog to post short book-excerpts and literature-related thoughts
I let myself get distracted and drown in tweets and RSS feeds
I spend too much time by myself and the lack of conversation really takes a toll on me
I feel tapped out and don’t have much to say (I think this is a big one, but it’s just a symptom and not a cause; I’ve started a couple of posts that just seemed useless, so I zapped ’em)
I make it too easy not to write
I would rather write a book of anecdotes and observations about my old man
I would rather launch a regular podcast, if I can just suss out some technical issues and get over my anxiety about asking someone to sit down for an interview
I would rather work with Amy to make video-montages set to music
I have a sneaking suspicion you’re all tired of my stories, observations and complaints
I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m a fraud
I don’t get around much anymore
I know that if I just get back to writing, it’ll alleviate a lot of the symptoms, but I just can’t do it. I’m afraid I sound like a DTC ad for an antipsychotic med.
Maybe I should go back to posting those What It Is updates every week, but I came to resent the imposition of those, too, just like all the other regular features I tried to write.
I often find myself singing John Entwistle’s song, 905: “All I know is what I need to know / Everything I do’s been done before / Every sentence in my head / Someone else has said / At each end of my life is an open door.”
It’s never a good sign for an adult to find life-parallels in any song by The Who. I’m gonna try and cheer myself up with some Sam Cooke.
My Google Calendar just reminded me that today marks the 8th anniversary of Virtual Memories! For you long-time readers, many thanks for sticking around all these years!
Now congratulate me for perseverance in the face of irrelevance and/or obsolescence! Or buy me something!
(Oh, and check out my new book-oriented Tumblr blog, Montaigne’s Library, somedarntime!)
At New Year’s, I decided to call an end to the weekly Unrequired Reading posts, figuring that it was easier for people to just follow my Twitter feed (twitter.com/groth18) and/or Facebook posts. But at that party I attended a few weeks ago, two other old acquaintances told me that they enjoyed this feature and were kinda bummed that I’d decided to stop posting it.
So I’ve decided to compromise: Every month (or thereabouts), I’ll post a mega-Unrequired Reading for those of you too goshdarned lazy to just add me to their Twitter feeds! Enjoy! (yes, I left the hashtags in so you’d have some idea of what the posts are about.)
I’m the guy who did a little happy dance a few months ago when he found out that a new Lorenzo Mattotti book (192 pages!) was coming out in 2011. I’m also the guy who did a little happy dance yesterday when he got notification that the book had shipped from Amazon.
So, I’m the guy who still does little happy dances.