Couch Potato

New Year Resolutions are crap. Since the beginning of 2006 I have only managed to be a couch potato, watching all manner of TV shows I received for Christmas including The Office (British version), Gilmore Girls and Firefly. I have not finished one application. I have not answered any emails. I can bitch and moan all I want about living at home but I will never get out at this pathetic rate. And I am going to receive a package of books in the mail any day now and that will be even more distracting and engrossing than the tv shows I have been watching. I ordered Truman Capote's In Cold Blood (I saw the movie Capote the other day, which was really interesting and made me want to read his book), Mary Austin's The Land of Little Rain (which I came across in my research for my undergrad honors dissertation but never got a chance to read) and Neil Gaiman's American Gods. I wanted to get Marc Reisner's Cadillac Desert (about water in the American west) but I didn't have enough money left over after buying a GRE prep book. I hate tests.

The couch potato has not been completely eliminated but I have taken to walking in the evenings with my friend Lauren, water polo has started again, and I have another temp job to fill. The weather lately has been particularly fine for walking although a bit chilly at night for water polo in an outdoor pool.

I got that package in the mail...plus another xmas gift from my buddy Daniella with two more books. Although I have work at the moment, I have managed to finished In Cold Blood and most of the Land of Little Rain (a particular quote regarding a stagecoach ride through the desert seemed very applicable to my current work situation and intellectual state: "of such interminable monotony as induces forgetfulness of all previous states of existence."). I was inspired to read Capote's book after watching the film about him starring Philip Seymour Hoffman. The movie was interesting (I had no idea Capote was a childhood friend of Harper Lee and prob. inspired the character of Dill!) and Hoffman was excellent but I found the book to be even better. I couldn't put it down. And I only did when I had to answer the phone at work and enter purchase orders lest they think I was not working. It was both fascinating and horrifying to read. I don't want else to say...read it and let me know what you think. Its too bad he only wrote a few novels and short stories...but I guess all the drinking and the crazy jet-setting lifestyle was not very conducive to writing.

In other news, I am currently working for an electrical rep company (they sell products from the manufacturers to other companies I guess) and pretty much the only cool thing about the place is that they have a poster of Napoleon Dynamite in the office. My first day after mastering the entry of purchase orders and answering the phone the ladies in the office cornered me and said isnt the job easy? Um (wondering if this was a trick question or if they were leading up to giving more work to do) yes I suppose so. Apparently they have had trouble obtaining capable receptionists...all that is required is to answer the phone and enter maybe 20 orders or so a day which takes me about 30 min. The rest of the day I read and pretend not to use the internet. There next question was, "so do you want to work here instead of just temping?" "No, I am going back to school to get my PhD most likely," I replied trying not to sound too ungrateful. According to these ladies, the electrical business is very fun and interesting and I don't need to go back and get my PhD. They would have to pay me a helluva lot to get me to stay and do this job from 8-5. Money they don't have (ok I know I am a snob). But I guess its nice to be wanted (and good to have a fallback plan in case it turns out I have no future in academia or anywhere else where an actual functioning brain is required). Oh and I still have not finished any of the applications I was supposed to finish ohhhhhhh last year. Couch potato syndrome? Slackeritis?

Well, thats all the news thats fit to print. Tschuss! (see I am practicing my German, Andrew)