Who cares?
So I read about all these blogs and I get the impression that nearly every blog on the Internet catches someone's eye.
Hmm. Apparently not.
I guess the irony would be if I wrote something really interesting or personal I'd get tons of interest and lose my job.
Ah fuck that.

I recently read Loud and Clear by Anna Quindlan. I really like her stuff, I started reading her life in the '70s and even though I didn't have kids and career then I could relate to a lot of her stuff about feminism and then late family and work.
When she left a great job at the New York Times, she wrote about how everything thought she was crazy, I felt a little envy and a lot of admiration.
What balls, I thought. Of course in any great story, most of the boring detail is hacked away so only the good stuff is left.
Not taking away from her talent at all but not everyone has the same opportunities as she.
As a single parent, I found myself charged with putting food on the table and a roof over the floor. Ms. Quindlan had a husband to assume lion's share of the that burden. Not that I think raising children and keeping the house is not an important, albeit non-paying, job. But following your bliss is a lot easier when someone else is footing the bills.
And one essay in the book was clearly a commencement speech, the one that all speakers give about doing what you love.
Notice how losers never give commencement speeches? Or even just ho hum, run of the mill people; people who have little choice but to work, whether it's something they love or not.
anyway.
i hate those kinds of speeches. It's almost arrogant, condescending and out of touch with some strata of society.
okay, enough venting.