A lot of stuff goes into my brain, some of it by choice. If I decided to watch, read, play, or do it, I'd like to talk about it here. I'm a musician, a sometime actor, a frequent player of electronic and table-top games, and a lapsed reader (though I'm getting better). I write long and awkward sentences, because the more things resemble Douglas Adams' writing, the more I want to live in the world. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

got it

Here's how I know I'm wasting my time.

I don't think I've get to submit a single assignment, or piece of work (except for the occasional comment in class or answer on a test, which are scarcely considered in the scheme of evaluation) of which I've ever felt proud.

I think this is basically how one figures out that they're in the wrong field. I don't feel good about the work that I do. I don't feel good about myself when I do it. I just don't do this well.

I take no pride in my work. I think that's how I know that I'm doing the wrong work.