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It’s been two and a half days.
Two and a half days without any linguistic/literary productivity.
I blame myself. (“You know you did you know you did you know you did / But in this ever changing world in which you live in… Makes you / Give in and cry / Live and Let Die….”)
Ok – I am supposed to stop DOING that. No more blaming of myself.
It’s a discipline problem. Really, it is. I burned myself out. Writing writing writing. How many entries did I write here? And elsewhere?
Yes, writing writing writing. To blogging then I came, writing writing writing writing.
They really shouldn’t let me out of the asylum. Of course, as Wonko the Sane might say, I’m really already Outside the Asylum. It’s the rest of them that are in it.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
There are problems associated with cognitively offloading one’s moral imperatives so as to obviate the need to actively engage in value-laden judgments to action.
Translation: if you don’t need to push the trigger, you might sometimes never get the trigger pushed.
So then, you just have to push the trigger yourself. Even if such trigger-pushing activity is well kind of pointless. You know, like this post.
There really is a sort of self-perpetuating energy to this sort of thing. You start writing and sheer inertia keeps you moving. Unfortunately, what I need right now isn’t inertia to keep the fingers moving: it’s cognitive clarity to keep whatever ideas I have flowing.
I’ve been burnt out. Part of it was stuff that happened at work. After all, this has been a hell of a week, and even my coworkers acknowledge that this week I’ve been dealt a bit of a bum rap. On the other hand, I did everything – everything! – that I could possibly do earlier this week, in a burst of manic energy. And at the moment, having expended all that manic energy so brilliantly (“Only the good die young”) that in that burst of taking care of my shit I have burned myself out and have nothing left to give. All there is left is just the inertia that keeps my fingers typing. As if I could concentrate on matters of philosophy of free will. Or anything else worthwhile, for that matter.
Although, as a matter of record, I AM helping a friend out with her physics homework right now.
Anyway, at this point, I need to figure out a way to replenish my depleted stores of mental energy and get back to working on my dissertation. I really CAN’T afford to drift three days in a row. But, that being said, this must be a gentle operation. According to a friend of mine, you don’t respond well if you are harsh to yourself. I need to… gentle my mind into working on philosophy again. Maybe just getting it to like writing is what you gotta do. Hence this post, jah?
We’ll see how it goes.
Two and a half days without any linguistic/literary productivity.
I blame myself. (“You know you did you know you did you know you did / But in this ever changing world in which you live in… Makes you / Give in and cry / Live and Let Die….”)
Ok – I am supposed to stop DOING that. No more blaming of myself.
It’s a discipline problem. Really, it is. I burned myself out. Writing writing writing. How many entries did I write here? And elsewhere?
Yes, writing writing writing. To blogging then I came, writing writing writing writing.
They really shouldn’t let me out of the asylum. Of course, as Wonko the Sane might say, I’m really already Outside the Asylum. It’s the rest of them that are in it.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
There are problems associated with cognitively offloading one’s moral imperatives so as to obviate the need to actively engage in value-laden judgments to action.
Translation: if you don’t need to push the trigger, you might sometimes never get the trigger pushed.
So then, you just have to push the trigger yourself. Even if such trigger-pushing activity is well kind of pointless. You know, like this post.
There really is a sort of self-perpetuating energy to this sort of thing. You start writing and sheer inertia keeps you moving. Unfortunately, what I need right now isn’t inertia to keep the fingers moving: it’s cognitive clarity to keep whatever ideas I have flowing.
I’ve been burnt out. Part of it was stuff that happened at work. After all, this has been a hell of a week, and even my coworkers acknowledge that this week I’ve been dealt a bit of a bum rap. On the other hand, I did everything – everything! – that I could possibly do earlier this week, in a burst of manic energy. And at the moment, having expended all that manic energy so brilliantly (“Only the good die young”) that in that burst of taking care of my shit I have burned myself out and have nothing left to give. All there is left is just the inertia that keeps my fingers typing. As if I could concentrate on matters of philosophy of free will. Or anything else worthwhile, for that matter.
Although, as a matter of record, I AM helping a friend out with her physics homework right now.
Anyway, at this point, I need to figure out a way to replenish my depleted stores of mental energy and get back to working on my dissertation. I really CAN’T afford to drift three days in a row. But, that being said, this must be a gentle operation. According to a friend of mine, you don’t respond well if you are harsh to yourself. I need to… gentle my mind into working on philosophy again. Maybe just getting it to like writing is what you gotta do. Hence this post, jah?
We’ll see how it goes.
posted by Jonathan at 2:41 AM
2 Comments:
Lame as it is Dog's Life has served this purpose, I have developed some discipline with it.
There is at least one post per day, ever since I started it I believe, including holidays.
When we vacation sans internet access I have given myself an excuse note, other than that, it is daily.
Good exercise.
You can sort of notice that I tend toward the hot and cold variety. You're absolutely right, and it is a matter of discipline (in which I am sorely lacking) to level this out. Probably holding myself to one post a day for a while might work - get a more regular output.
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