One week

It's been a week since my last post. I don't know why that is. There are several excuses to choose from. They range from the legitimate to the inconsequential, but at the root of my posting failure is laziness. Pure unadulterated sloth. Only the finest.

Ironically, the only solution I've found for the problem requires a surge in ambition and life momentum. When I was lazy growing up in Oxford, I had to find a college where I didn't know anyone and would have to build a new life for myself. Then when I was lazy in college, I had to move to DC and see what the real world was like. Now, the same problem is back: I have re-established a comfort zone.

Back in the heydays of Ontario Rd, Ralph would, among other things, speak about how adversity is a necessity for personal growth. While not a revolutionary idea, it can easily be overlooked. Spend a day or a week or a month focusing on the little things that can slow you down, and you lose sight of the bigger picture. Of course, I'm not sure I've seen the bigger picture yet.

Although I hate work for work's sake, I think starting to write my new narcolepsy themed personal statement will help spur me to action. Doing the edits for all of Cornelius' essays have reminded me that there's a considerable amount of legwork that goes into any big move. I suppose I should get ready.

Weekend hiatus

The weekend is over. Sad as I am to admit it, I can't hold out any longer. Sunday nights are always hard because you have time to think about all the things you didn't accomplish, but no time to actually accomplish them. Given the larger purpose of the blog, I should have spent more time thinking about what I'm going to do with my life.

Instead, drinking and failure and all the usual things that are more fun than thinking about the future.

However, I did chance upon one good chat about law school. Much like an early front-runner in a presidential campaign, law school, "the prohibitive favorite" (my words), has been taking shots from all the other challengers. It has a sense of morbid inevitability at this point. I don't want morbid inevitability. In fact, the opposite would be much preferred. Something that takes 1-2 years, doesn't put me in debt, and gives me a good resume line / life experience is ideal. That's not law school.

Soon enough, I'll revisit the list found in the first post and I'll start to break down each option. One of those school choices is going to happen. It has a more complete sense of inevitability, but inevitable doesn't mean it has to happen now, or even that I should seek it out. I think I could be very happy running from it for a while.

In alcohol, accuracy

The above title saps much of the appeal behind "in vino veritas." Of course, they mean the same thing, unless the contention that some other aspect of fermented grape juice conjures truth. An unlikely theory at best.

Rambles aside, my future was discussed tonight and, consequently, a post must be written. Earlier in the evening, I spoke with my friend Cornelius about our futures. It seems we're each facing a similar crossroads. Drained by constant entry level job ambivalence, the discussion regularly turns to what's next. He brought up joining the army, and I countered with doing DC Teaching Fellows. A humorous throwback to our earliest political debates I thought. After the call, I felt better because I knew I wasn't the only one. Likely, I could have figured that out myself, but it was nice all the same.

We also discussed an amazing book, Crimes Against Logic. Somewhere, I'll review the book in greater depth. I'm only a third through and I already love it.