I just got the West Wing season five on DVD from Amazon, and Cecilie and I have been watching two episodes a night since it came in.
I love that show but sometimes it just gets to me. I mean, I love politics. I love the fight, and the idea of using whatever energy and talent you have to try to push the ideas and messages you believe in. To try to make the country and the world a better place, or at least more interesting.
My job is great because I'm spending 60-plus hours a week in that space--fighting like hell against formidable opponents in a mindfuckingly complex environment to try to move a message forward, but it's not my message. It kills me because I like the nature of my work, but all the energy I'm spending isn't moving anyone or anything towards a positive or more interesting result. I like the means, but the don't care about the end.
So what do I do, move to Washington? Quit my job for an easier job that will leave me some energy at the end of the day to write books?
Yeah, well. Just tired and frustrated, what the hell.
Posted by case at May 7, 2005 10:48 PMyes, frustration lurks unhindered here too. I think you gotta force your work off the ground against the bounds of gravity. No, I haven't figured out how to do this yet. Read the transcript by w. ellis from his canadian comic convention talk. good stuff, as usual. the bastard still makes it seem easy.
Posted by: jeremy at May 11, 2005 02:02 AM