May 16, 1997

Friday
Well, I laid out of work today. I know bad Joe. Don't feel too bad about it, I have flex hours and my "sick" days and "vacation" days are identical.

Plus, I was saved from guilt by 3 factors. First, No "boss". I have one, I guess. No idea who, though, and no one cares so long as the work gets done. Second, No work. Well I need to finish that proposal, but I'll do that this weekend. Third, No need to call in. We all have email, so I was spared the "I'm siiick" call.

Of course I almost didn't do this journal, because I spent the entire day IRCing or playing games. Guess I was getting something done at work.


Creativity is in the hands
No not really, certainly its in the mind. But I need my hands to focus it, to create the thing. I spend so much time typing, that I have disassociated the act of typing from the act of creating words.

As a result, originally typed documents are sparser and less creative than handwritten ones. Of course, I do a lot of other "creative" things with my hands. Origami. Cross Stitch. (feeble) drawings. Writing. All feel creative, positive, wonderful.

But typing at my computer doesn't feel that way.

Of course, the computer has all these distractions. Games, the internet, cool little applications, etc, etc, ad infinitum. That's probably the problem.

But is still feels like my creativity is in my hands.

Sorry for the short one, and late one, too. More tomorrow, I promise.


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