The Countdown Begins

I just realised that I have three weeks left in the US before I leave for the UK.

This is a rather daunting prospect, because I have obviously done very little in terms of organising my departure, moving, etc. So far, all I have organised are my flights and somewhere to stay in the UK for three weeks. So I have a huge mound of vaguely defined things to do in the next few weeks, on top of all the goodbyes that I want to squeeze into that time…

Wish me luck.

Being Sucked In

I suppose I should blame myself, but I am definitely being sucked into work too much. It’s what I get for choosing to do an interesting job, I suppose, but I am not convinced I should allow myself to be drawn in too much. Um… end self-absorption.

The point here is that I consider it unhealthy to be too involved in one’s work, and I think I have crossed the border that lies somewhere beyond my definition of “health”. The question at hand is whether I need to shift my definition or adjust my relationship to work? I tend to lean towards the latter, but I am as yet undecided. What think you?

Where did the time go?

It’s been weeks upon weeks since I last managed to commit anything of import to my blog, which is a pity. But it also means that I have been busy with life instead of slaving away at my blog. It would be good to integrate my blog into my life, but that won’t be happening for a while still, unfortunately. (I *like* leaving my PC alone for days on end.) Spending my work hours in front of a screen has made me less likely to spend my personal time on a keyboard. (Also, I must have read a dozen books in the last month or so: some ideas may come from those at some point…)

Still, I will try to keep things moving. The next step will be when I get some photos uploaded to Flickr: hopefully some will have come out nicely.

Um, I think that’s it for now. Momentous things may be in the future, but I don’t know of anything certain as of yet, so I’ll leave you ominous hints and ellipses for the time being…

Be(com)ing a Bum

Cable television + high definition pictures + broadband internet + comfy couch + no money + lazy Dale => uber-bum.

I’ve been terrible for the last few days. I’ve gotten as far as scaring myself. I have become a truly lazy bum.

I could feel it coming on, but my suspicions were confirmed earlier this evening when I was watching TV and reading RSS feeds at the same time. And didn’t have the energy to do anything for supper. Ugh.

I can only hope that my long-awaited paycheque tomorrow provides me with a miraculous cure. (If I were you, though, I wouldn’t hold my thumbs…) Maybe you can drag me out of my laziness. If you don’t have it already, my email’s on the About page, and I check it often. And possibly to excess. But that’s a separate issue…

Thinking about “Progress”

In the wake of my parents’ recent visit to the US, I started thinking about the situation faced by many peoples the world over. In particular, I thought about the Western idea of progress and how that conflicts with other approaches to the world. My thoughts were sparked by some of the generational differences between people I know from the area around me at home. The older generation I am thinking of wants something of a return to “more” traditional ways of living while maintaining a connection to Westernisation. The way of life they are moving towards contains very few of the creature comforts of modern life, like electricity and telephones. In light of that, I wondered whether the “progress” by the introduction of these amenities actually translates into a better life for all people. And by “a better life” I don’t mean “better quality of life” – rather, I mean a more meaningful, fulfilling life. Do telephones and electricity (and computers and cellphones and and and) make our lives more meaningful? I somehow doubt it. I think they definitely distract us from finding any meaning or focus in our lives, and, as a result, may well make our lives more meaningless in that they prevent us from focusing on ourselves and our surroundings.

Of course, what constitutes a fulfilling life is itself a huge question, to which huge volumes of literature are devoted. But in and of itself, does the fact that there is such a huge demand for such material in the West not indicate some issues with Western society? Or is that just a symptom of any society? Does it need to be “progressive” to reach such a point? I don’t know.