Humans generally look for patterns. It’s one of the things we’re good at, as a species: finding patterns in things, even when they’re not there. So it’s not particularly surprising that we look to the past to try to figure out what the fuck is going on: what is the pattern at work here?
Read MoreThere are layers of meaning that we are supposed to have received surrounding this tail end of the calendar year. We are supposed to accept them, and they are supposed to govern our emotional responses to this last week or so.
Read MorePut simply: it’s not a job or a side hustle per se, and you have to actually do something.
Read MoreIt’s been a rockier road with reading, though I see now that I said roughly the same thing the last time I subjected everyone to my reading list. I also neglected to mention what else was on my plate while I was being underwhelmed by Eugene Thacker, so we’ll start there.
Read MoreLook, the assumption that public-facing jobs inherently suck is an outgrowth of the idea that your job should be the locus of personal fulfillment in your life. Americans don’t have hobbies; they have jobs — call it a “calling,” call it a “passion,” call it what the fuck you want, but at the end of the day, it’s just a fucking job.
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