Wow, it’s been years.
Let me summarize the events of previous years, a bit of a catch-up.
Shit, man, nothing happened.
Well, there was that time I harbored delusions of being an office girl again and accepted a contractor position with a tissue paper company. That ended … okay, I guess. The best thing I could say about it is that I got a free TV before I left.
Continue reading “Oh hey, it’s 2016!”
I was never one for keeping a daily journal, or a diary.
The last time I did have a physical notebook for a diary was back in college. I have no idea where that notebook is now.
Keeping a journal and writing in it at least every day helps hone one’s writing skills. That’s what everyone says.
I think my writing skills have gotten rusty. It had never really been good or thought-provoking, but now it’s more like dribble. The only way to get better at it is to keep writing and writing, and I think a daily journal would help me in that regard.
My daily journal is different from this blog, or keeping a blog in general. When I write a blog post, I can’t help but think of the prospective audience who will stumble upon the post, read it, react to it, and unconsciously critique the way it’s been written. This tempers what I want to write, and how I want to write it. I definitely can’t rant and rave with abandon on this blog.
On the other hand, I can choose to write anything and everything on my daily journal, with only one audience – me.
Since I have awful handwriting, I decided that keeping a notebook and pen wasn’t for me. It gives me cramps, and I can’t just delete stuff I say willy-nilly. And I make a lot of mistakes. I don’t like writing longhand so much that my more than 6-year-old Moleskine notebook only has one inked page.
A digital diary is more suited for someone like me. Continue reading “Keeping a Diary in the Digital Age”
I decided to wait at the Fully Booked Starbucks shop while waiting for P to finish his massage. I figured I could catch up on World War Z while waiting. Then I saw TV reporter Howie Severino (at least, it looked like him) a few tables away from me hunkered down and writing earnestly on his own notebook, and inspiration flashed. Fuck, I could do that! I could practice writing longhand again! Bad decision – my handwriting is still shit. Five pages worth of dribble follow. Continue reading “Notebook Notes”
…if you’re an anti-social homebody like me, that is.
Let’s start with a few gems from a great comic by The Oatmeal on why working from home is both awesome and horrible at the same time. Continue reading “Working from Home is Awesome”