It's funny how things can sneak up on us when we least expect them.
Today I'm the victim of a one-two punch. First, I'm home under-the-weather. I don't know if it's allergy-induced or if I've just been drinking too much recently. I suppose it could be either, but I'll place the blame on myself (Mother Nature, I'll give you a break this time around) and say that I've been drinking too much. It's not that I'm a big drinker or anything like that. Instead I've been stocking my place with liquers and wines ever since I bought this cabinet at Crate & Barrel last month and a mini wine fridge on sale at Target last week. Again, it's not that I'm a big drinker. But lately I haven't been eating right or eating enough with my drinks. Poor nutrition obviously results in poor health and a sick day. No real surprises there, but I thought I was in better health.
Anyway, having a day off is something I've been wanting since the last holiday. Unlike my previous employer where we had one day off per month, I can't remember the last time I had a day off with this company. However, unlike my previous job, where I'd be scheming ways to extend my "illness" by another day or so, today I actually find myself kinda missing work. I don't miss the commute, the office politics, or being scheduled, but I miss the work itself. I didn't realize that I cared as much as I do, and that is what's snuck up on me. As cloudy and as heavy as my head feels, I've been logging on to my work email address occasionally to make sure there are no burning issues. So far, so good.
In the meantime, I've also been preoccupying myself by watching Fire, sending friends the sexy Cleaning Hunk, and checking out some blogs. Bugaboo Blog in particular caught my eye with a piece about race, class, and privilage and how it differs in the North and in the South in the context of the Duke lacrosse scandal. As for this afternoon's activities, I think I'll read more of Jeff Chang's Can't Stop, Won't Stop. I won the book via a contest on Bostonist. It's part history, part social commentary, and fits right in with my desire to see and hear hip hop return to its political/progressive roots. I'm only starting in on chapter 3 this afternoon, but based on what I've read so far, I'd recommend the book to anyone with an interest in history, social politics, or hip hop.
Anyway, I just heard the mailman park outside, so I guess I'll see if I have anything. In the meantime, cheers to all you working stiffs out there. I'll see you tomorrow.
We need more voices like Chad Goller-Sojourner and the late Willi Ninja in American society. There just aren't enough articulate and inspiring voices actively challenging our notions of each other and ourselves anymore. I still remember watching Paris is Burning for the first time in the mid-1990s and just being blown away by the challenges the cast faced and how they struggled to overcome them. Years later I'm still impressed and moved by the film and wish there had been some kind of follow up on the cast long before now.
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