Thursday, October 28, 2004

Update

Life is... neither good nor bad right now. Homework is piling up, don't get me started on the amount of backlog I've got, we could be here till the deadline. (but that isn't very far away apparently). Reading a text for my essay by Harvey Sacks, On doing "being ordinary". And I find that I am doing just that, looking only for the reportable things in my life, which by definition, are also the most mundane things in my life.

Those sorts of things would not explain how it is that you end up seeing that, for example, nothing much happened; that you can come home day after day and, asked what happened, report, without concealing, that nothing happened. And, if you are concealing, what you are concealing, if it were reported, would turn out to be nothing much. And, as it happens with you, so it happens with those you know, And, further, that ventures outside of being ordinary have unknown virtues and unkown costs. That is, if you come home and report what the grass looked like along the freeway; that there were four noticeable shades of green, some of which just appeared yesterday because of the rain, then there may well be some tightening up on the part of your recipient. And if you were to do it routinely, then people might figure that there is something odd about you; that you are pretentious. You might find them jealous of you. You might lose friends. That is to say, you might want to check out the costs of venturing into making your life an epic.

True isnt it?

posted by beckyboo @ 3:48 PM

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