Wired Differently

It’s been a very tiring few days. I really wish that I had more to blog about. In reality, I do, but lately I’ve had lapses of reflection—most of which are a little to personal to publicize.

I’ve been thinking about the work I did that Visual Design Concepts course. A lot of enlightening moments in that class actually stemmed from reflective, critical thought. Comparing all the reading I’ve been doing on Baudrillard lately with the outcome of my work, I can really see some things about myself I was afraid to acknowledge before. I’ve also been looking into studies about kids who grew up in front of screens and how they are ‘wired’ differently then normal people. I’m on to something and I’m hoping to be able to carve it out into a nonfiction story. I hope it works out.

My father was incredibly ill the other day, and it really had my thinking about my own mortality to see him fall to the ground shivering.

Hannaford is really lame, but It’s conducive to putting money into my bank account. I don’t get paid until next Thursday, though.

So many books… So little time to read them all…