The Past Tense of Break Is ______

Although I was kind of low on Thanksgiving, oddly without much appetite, the extended holiday was wonderful overall. I caught up on my rest. I made further headway on resolving the computer problems that were making it hard to resolve non-computer problems. And I had a great time when I left the house, all without feeling the need to blog about it. The problem, as all you nine-to-fivers have known for a long time, is that the respite has to end, in spite of my desire to prolong it. Right now, my body is pursuing various strategies for making it impossible for me to resume my regular workload, whether by constricting my respiratory system or making me randomly dizzy. I'm onto its deceitful ways, though, so it's unlikely that those strategies will prove successful. Instead, I intend to press on and resume making semi-regularly appearances here in which I will mask my frustration at having to return to normalcy.

Out of Touch

One reason I've been more out of touch than usual is that I'm using a new computer, a MacBook with the flat key design. Some people swear by them. But for someone who is used to typing relatively quickly without being a touch typist, chiefly by exerting a good deal of force, the absence of concavity is sorely felt. I haven't been able to get in a flow thus far. And the use of an external keyboard defeats the purpose of having a laptop. Plus, the USB port seems slow to respond at times, which can lead to awkward delays. I was about to write that this entry is as literal as I ever get or, to put that insight in my usual parlance, absolutely, positively not an allegory. But then I got to thinking and realized that my struggles with typing might have some deeper significance. After all, I've been feeling hostile towards ideals, particularly on the Left. Maybe I'm engaged in an unconscious meta-commentary on Max Weber's applicability to the present conjuncture. Or maybe I'm just getting old.