on the drive back from austin, ross and i listened to a couple of WTF episodes, which i liked, though in general the interviews are not funny, though THIS ONE IS SO VERY FUNNY. fast forward to the part with john ennis, david cross, bob odenkirk (somewhere around minute 48).
“are you shittin me? this is OURS”
from the new york times, apparently i’m very late to this. but it did resonate.
Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness … More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.
I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. … On the best ordinary days of my life, I write in the morning, go for a long bike ride and run errands in the afternoon, and in the evening I see friends, read or watch a movie. This, it seems to me, is a sane and pleasant pace for a day. And if you call me up and ask whether I won’t maybe blow off work and check out the new American Wing at the Met or ogle girls in Central Park or just drink chilled pink minty cocktails all day long, I will say, what time?
…The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration — it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done.
my brother just used “mops and pops” in a text to me regarding my parents’ house. YES.
also this is my face 99% of the time these days. combo of overly bright non-cloud-dulled sunlight and general perplexity with life.
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