Underthecurrent


Gawker is Dead
August 23, 2016, 5:13 am
Filed under: nostalgia, Uncategorized

It’s 2005.

Returning from the USA, I finally join Facebook, maybe to see the pictures my friends are posting.  In a school of about 20,000 there are less than 100 in my university network.  You need a North American university email to join at this point, I think.  Imagine.

I tell my roommate about this thing, Facebook.

“That sounds dumb,” he says.

A significant amount of time not studying, so pretty much all the time, is spent reading blogs.  It’s 2005 and I’m reading posts on Gawker about The Misshapes and whatever else they want to write about.  I think they directed me to Tracie Egan’s then anon One D at a Time.  It’s a strange land, with sprinklings of celebrity before the Kardashians.  I read a lot of Gawker at this point, so much that I become convinced everyone is reading it, and that eventually I will need to go to New York.

“You know, like Gawker” I say to a classmate.

“What’s Gawker?” he says.

I explain, sort of.  Something.

“Why would anyone care about that?” he says.

It’s 2016 and today is the day that one of those things indirectly destroys the other.

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The ninety-first day
August 11, 2016, 10:35 pm
Filed under: work work work work work | Tags: ,

The King Wave is coming.  On Monday, they will know she is leaving.  A month’s notice.

There’s the sad part, losing ally numero uno; and the envy part, because it’s a good opportunity, roads not traveled and all that.

But this will cause a shuffle, stir some dust.  Maybe a good thing.  Dust is good for cover.



Zen AF.
August 10, 2016, 12:46 am
Filed under: when I grow up

Day 93.

A significant portion of the day involves avoiding things that are annoying as the clock runs down.

Exhibit A.  Roid Rager.  Rager calls women “broads.”  He fake tans (really).  He owns a tiny dog and a loud, sort of fast car.  He spends his days in a haze of loud, undeserved self-aggrandizement.

Rager is having a high volume meeting that sounds like he could be aggressively selling a bad used car.  This is a good time for a bowl of soup.

Exhibit B.  The incessant drilling that begins for the last hour of the day.  So high volume that normal speaking becomes difficult.  Reverbrating through the office.

Rather than waiting to see if it will subside, it seems appropriate to just go.

Exhibit C. The fridge.  The fridge is very expensive.  It may or may not work.  Today, it thawed the entire freezer, including some emergency burritos.

Really, just a good excuse to eat burritos.



vote
August 4, 2016, 1:21 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

Sick, some kind of summer flu, watching election results roll in.  Refreshing live results, compulsively, between soup and tea.

Has it been five years?