When Working is Slacking

This weekend, I made a promise to myself. I was going to force myself to slack off and stop my work. In some ways, the plan worked out well, I put off a variety of telephone calls, and was largely unresponsive to e-mail. In addition, I made absolutely no progress on some contracts -- but unfortunately, my plan went to crap by friday evening. I began a full redesign on a site intended to connect public opinion with FCC policy makers. It uses drupal -- of course. The end result was one of the best designs I've ever pulled off -- though the site hasn't even left the "alpha stage". The site's organization and functionality that would make even the biggest drupal snob say, "a truly fine implementation -- robust, yet delicate and refined -- playful, and grave -- funky, yet institutional. A truly rich blend for the consuire with a taste for elegence." Yes, that is exactly how imagine them saying it.

However, unfortunately it means that -- like the drunk who stops drinking only to become a pothead -- I merely slid one set of obligations to the side, and worked in a frenzy to meet another set. Maybe next weekend, I will finally, with confidence be able to say, "I've stopped working, one day at a time."

Not likely, however, for the stakes for me seem too high, the projects too interesting, and the oppruntities too rare, while the number of distractions steadily decrease. It was an altogether strange discovery, though, to find out that women seem to prefer me as an alchoholic, to a workaholic. Or perhaps, that is too general, and rather I should say workoholism is not a yet a socially acceptable addiction among the stoned, drunk, and overall disorderly society that is the austin twenty-something scene. This brief display of bitterness made me realize how inconsequential this entry is. So I call it a night. Now, at least I can say my blog is updated.