I have a persisting nagging feeling that I'm misusing my twenties. I mean, I'm hardly pissing the years away, since teaching kids is a largely thankless and utterly philanthropic endeavour. But you need a strong stomach and even stronger convictions about why you're doing it. I suspect that my twenties should be more indulgent, more selfish, and I predict instead that philanthropy will probably make my post 30 era more meaningful. Give me ten years out of the job, and then let's see where I'm at.
Today I binged the remaining episodes of Deutschland 83 I had left, and then all six episodes of Pure. I read an article in the Guardian about Pure before it came out, so I had a pretty clear idea of what it was going to entail. I wasn't disappointed. The show essentially illustrates the very … Continue reading Pure Binge
Today I have realised that I feel I have less to write about than I did before, and the reason is that I haven't read nearly as much. Reading a really good book makes me want to write, in the way that hearing an excellent band makes me want to pick up my instrument, but both are often demoralising since I'm automatically comparing the product to whatever superlative creation has spurred me on in the first place. Inevitably, the venture feels doomed to fail. I also think that many people might be reluctant to write in this manner (i.e. me until about a month ago) because they feel that whatever they have to say isn't sufficiently important.
In which I begin Conversations with Friends, take an uber whilst day-drunk, and not much else of substance. Not mentioned: going to see The Favourite, FINALLY.
A mission statement and inaugural post covering a) masochism and b) the point of this website. 'Today I revived my dying, redundant Kindle and downloaded Dolly Alderton's book...'