This piece of Genius from The Onion was brought to my attention by Peter of the now defunct Glutbusters.
I'm proud to say that on our recent trip to the States we shared a lunch table with the Onion's appropriately hip, young, spunky marketing manager. So, you know, I am essentially responsible for this (leave credit card details in the comments kthx).
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
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Monday, 4 August 2008
An post
I'm working from home today, which is both good and bad. Good because, well because I'm at home, but bad because when you work at home, there's no escape from work. That may sound like an obvious thing to say, but think about it for a minute.
If you have somewhere to go to work, an office, a separate building, you are physically placing yourself in a different environment. You are surrounded by workly possessions and accoutrements, you have other people around you doing work-type things, you dress in work clothes, you talk work talk, you 'meet', you organise, arrange and produce.
When you're at home, even if you have a special room, you're still at home which means that when you finish your work, there's no transition. You're already at home. There's no commute, no time to wind down, to remove worky thoughts from your mind.
Consequently, working from home, for all its glamorous connotations kinda sucks. It either leads to horrendous procrastinationlike blogging, or a soul-crushing slog that stretches well into the post-work time as your mind struggles to disconnect. I've long harboured a fantasy of getting a job on 'teh internets' so that I can be "somewhere else": down the coast, in the country. But to be honest I'm not sure how well that would go.
I know your no-shoe-wearingXavier Rudd's hippies love to pour scorn on people who work in offices. "I'll never have an office job man, I'd rather be dead" etc. But I suspect it's because they've never tried working at home. Still.
In other news, I have succumbed to the evils of Facebook. As I mentioned in my previous post, there's been a lot of physical movement among friends of late and even those who are still in town seem to have been maintaining a steely radio silence. It's become a little eerie. Not to mention lonely.
And sure enough, like lifting a rock and discovering a nest of scuttling cockroaches, joining Facebook has uncovered all those missing people. They still exist! It's just that they only seem to socialise via the interwebs in this very specific place.
It reminds me of the Pete Seeger classic, "Where have all the flowers gone?". They've all gone to freakin' Facebook that's where.
So yes, I've joined the throng because I felt left out.
I still resent it though...
If you have somewhere to go to work, an office, a separate building, you are physically placing yourself in a different environment. You are surrounded by workly possessions and accoutrements, you have other people around you doing work-type things, you dress in work clothes, you talk work talk, you 'meet', you organise, arrange and produce.
When you're at home, even if you have a special room, you're still at home which means that when you finish your work, there's no transition. You're already at home. There's no commute, no time to wind down, to remove worky thoughts from your mind.
Consequently, working from home, for all its glamorous connotations kinda sucks. It either leads to horrendous procrastination
I know your no-shoe-wearing
In other news, I have succumbed to the evils of Facebook. As I mentioned in my previous post, there's been a lot of physical movement among friends of late and even those who are still in town seem to have been maintaining a steely radio silence. It's become a little eerie. Not to mention lonely.
And sure enough, like lifting a rock and discovering a nest of scuttling cockroaches, joining Facebook has uncovered all those missing people. They still exist! It's just that they only seem to socialise via the interwebs in this very specific place.
It reminds me of the Pete Seeger classic, "Where have all the flowers gone?". They've all gone to freakin' Facebook that's where.
So yes, I've joined the throng because I felt left out.
I still resent it though...
Sunday, 27 July 2008
Back!
I have just returned from three glorious weeks of holidays in the good ole US of A. Weeks of sunny, dry 30+ degree days, sun tans, drinking, eating, driving, walking, marvelling. All the things a holiday should be.
Who knew (well it was predictable really) that I would fall in love with Colorado and it's spectacular mountains, crystal-clear rivers, cute and cuddly animals (like whistle pigs!) and wholesome wholesome outdoorsey hipsters? This was my second visit to the States (the first in 2002) and I continue to be astounded by the sheer size and variety of the place. It's also fun to be treated as a novelty - not the case in Britain where Australians are to be found under every rock - though we were confused with all sorts of random nationalities.
It was nice to get away from the cold of a Melbourne winter (although I must admit to being a little excited about the prospect of freezing temperatures and rain. Seriously. There's something about dragon's breath and doonas and heaters and coats that is very comforting. I mean I like the sun and all - but still...).
I don't actually have much to report. My blogly silence is a symptom of a new job that has kept me busy and prevented the sort of mind-wandering that leads to postings. A number of friends have left for the overseas for indefinite periods which feels a bit odd. Others are making Big Life Decisions about houses and permanent and official hitchings and hatchlings and the like. *sigh*
Still, I have a few minor blogging ideas that I might trot out if youse are lucky.
Till then...
Who knew (well it was predictable really) that I would fall in love with Colorado and it's spectacular mountains, crystal-clear rivers, cute and cuddly animals (like whistle pigs!) and wholesome wholesome outdoorsey hipsters? This was my second visit to the States (the first in 2002) and I continue to be astounded by the sheer size and variety of the place. It's also fun to be treated as a novelty - not the case in Britain where Australians are to be found under every rock - though we were confused with all sorts of random nationalities.
It was nice to get away from the cold of a Melbourne winter (although I must admit to being a little excited about the prospect of freezing temperatures and rain. Seriously. There's something about dragon's breath and doonas and heaters and coats that is very comforting. I mean I like the sun and all - but still...).
I don't actually have much to report. My blogly silence is a symptom of a new job that has kept me busy and prevented the sort of mind-wandering that leads to postings. A number of friends have left for the overseas for indefinite periods which feels a bit odd. Others are making Big Life Decisions about houses and permanent and official hitchings and hatchlings and the like. *sigh*
Still, I have a few minor blogging ideas that I might trot out if youse are lucky.
Till then...
Monday, 5 May 2008
Sunday, 4 May 2008
Elsewhere
Shrieking, Hysterical and Desperate. CC on Sam Newman and the most recent Footy Show outrage.
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