Put yourself in their shoes...

(Caveat: this all work productivity/career related)
There are times when one (me) loses sight of where one is. And suddenly look up to find myself at a point where I look around and think "what do I do now? What was I supposed to be doing? What am I supposed to be doing next?"  Usually this after an extended period of one topic/task, or in some cases, bouncing frantically from one to the next.

So the thought comes "ok, now what?"

I've come to the resolution that the correct response to this situation is to

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Bwaaahahaha!  Funny thing, I found this as a draft.  And now I can't remember what the hell I meant to say.

Obviously, I was interrupted, either by something, someone, or myself.  It just seems so... meta... for a post about distraction to have been interrupted by distraction.

It's elephants all the way down...

roughage

Berf.

(go ahead, sound it out)

It's what seems to come to mind.  I've apparently been an on-again, off-again blogger, and life has gone on in the meantime.  I'll not bore you with protestations that "I'll be better, I'll write, I swear"... but I've been sensing lately that I've got mental blockage lately - something is stopping up the works, so best to clear out the pipes, and maybe exercising the narrative muscles will help.  The inevitable have passed in the meantime: time, death and taxes, gravity. The entertaining have visited as well: sex-drugs-rock-and-roll, art, the big wide world.

So much to chronicle, so little attention span.

The most pivotal, momentous, life-shift? I accidentally listened to reggae today during some tedious work stuff, and it didn't annoy me like it usually does.  It was weird.  I'm not really sure what it means.

So anyway, in the interest of blasting them out as markers, for elaboration later, the following topics in no particular order:

• Death - Uncle, and more recently, Jeff's mom.
• Genealogy
• Autoimmune patchiness
• Fear of Forty
• Toxic workplaces (and whether I'm just too much of a grumpy curmudgeon)
• Hair, a broken car, and a messy apartment
• The merits and detriments of secret blogs, and the utility as diary
• Craft Beer In Michigan

In the meantime, I continue sorting photos...

Agreement somewhat...

Said Edward abbey: "Never before in history have slaves been so well feed, thoroughly medicated, lavishly entertained - but we are slaves nonetheless. Our debased popular culture - television, Rick music, home video, processed food, mechanical recreation, wallboard architecture - is the culture of slaves."

While I'm a little turned off by calling it slavery, I find myself having both agreement with and resistance to the notion... because I am both a critic of it and participant in it at the same time.