You know, posts that say things other than "I am displeased with a thing that happened at work; allow me to describe it in a manner wavering uncertainly between the astringent and the fustian." I don't think I can do that anymore.
When I have chosen to dedicate above a certain percentage of my energy - sixty? - to a certain thing, the remainder must disperse itself. I can't have two Projects at once. So I come home from expending the sixty-plus percent at work and scatter my attention around on, like:
* like five different books I'm allegedly writing
* and a World of Warcraft fanfic
* manga translation
* Remembering the Kanji flashcards
* Second Life bot
* Glitch
* read a book or manga (and give up midway through, unless it's short enough that it can be completed in under four hours)
* work self into tizzy about presence of headache
* exercise
* consider problem of graduate school
* research mushroom cultivation
I can't do any of these things exclusively for more than two or three days in a row, which is the minimum necessary threshold for anything useful coming of them. It's like my brain has decided that my Big Project is work, and I cannot have another. Little projects are okay; they can't get too big, is all. No more than two days long.
Why do I care about mushrooms now?
When I have chosen to dedicate above a certain percentage of my energy - sixty? - to a certain thing, the remainder must disperse itself. I can't have two Projects at once. So I come home from expending the sixty-plus percent at work and scatter my attention around on, like:
* like five different books I'm allegedly writing
* and a World of Warcraft fanfic
* manga translation
* Remembering the Kanji flashcards
* Second Life bot
* Glitch
* read a book or manga (and give up midway through, unless it's short enough that it can be completed in under four hours)
* work self into tizzy about presence of headache
* exercise
* consider problem of graduate school
* research mushroom cultivation
I can't do any of these things exclusively for more than two or three days in a row, which is the minimum necessary threshold for anything useful coming of them. It's like my brain has decided that my Big Project is work, and I cannot have another. Little projects are okay; they can't get too big, is all. No more than two days long.
Why do I care about mushrooms now?
