My mind has been floating all over the place the last few days (weeks, really). I have so many half-baked schemes and plans scribbled down on scattered pieces of paper, but I don’t seem to have the wherewithal to put them into any organized plan of action.
I blame the lack of sleep.
Still, maybe if I write them here, if I offer them up to the universe, as it were, I’ll be more inclined to actually get off my butt and do something about them. You’ll be my cheerleaders, my butt-kickers, my drag my ass off the couch-ers, won’t you?
- Ever since reading about Brian Matthews’ job as a user experience librarian, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to finagle a similar gig for myself at my new place of employment. Matthews seems to focus more on physical spaces and the user experience in libraries while I’m more focused on the end-to-end user experience that touches on physical spaces, personal interactions, and the way people use and make sense of the library’s resources. I know I was hired primarily because of my tech and user experience background, and I have had to call on my IA skills more frequently than I anticipated since taking the new job, but I’d be lying if I said that I was satisfied with part-time employment and that I wasn’t looking to land something more permanent. All I have right now is a half-baked notion of what I want to do, I just need to figure out the best way of articulating these ideas and wowing the right people.
- I’ve come to a point where I can’t stand to look at pictures of myself from about four years ago, because it only reminds me of how thin I was and how thin I most certainly am not now. I’m thisclose to either deleting them all from my Flickr archives, or — sadly — throwing even more money at the mega-billion diet industry machine, even though I’m living proof that unless I work out for 2 hours a day, six days a week, I’ll never look like this again. Yes, that’s what it took. An hour in the gym, an hour on my bike, and walks everywhere in between, plus turning down social invitations because I didn’t want to look like a freak for only ordering club soda with lemon and a green salad when everyone else was having pizza and beer. I don’t like feeling like I’ve given up on myself, but at the same time, I don’t like being in this frackking shame spiral, either.
- I worry that I’m not supporting Obama for the right reasons. So far, my primary reasons are (1) because John Edwards is no longer in the race, and (2) because of the dirty pool the Clintons have been playing during their campaign. I’ve made two donations to the man’s campaign, not because of what he stands for, but because he’s the only thing standing between HRC and the nomination. It doesn’t sit well with me, and it’s a hard thing to admit, but there it is.
That’s but a small sample of the notions that have been clanging around in the airplane hangar called my brain over the last few weeks. There are times I wish I could dig it all out with a spoon, and then there are days that I know I’ll get distracted by something shiny, or by Ewan McGregor, or by Ewan McGregor in something shiny, and all will be restored to its normal state.
