{"id":21,"date":"2007-01-24T02:44:58","date_gmt":"2007-01-24T07:44:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=21"},"modified":"2008-07-22T04:06:37","modified_gmt":"2008-07-22T08:06:37","slug":"of-bike-rides-and-bad-jobs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=21","title":{"rendered":"Of bike rides, and bad jobs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Been wasting my life playing around at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flicker.com\/\">flickr<\/a>.  Between that and watching old documentaries that I download, I manage to stay up all night on my nights off, sleeping completely through my days off.  <\/p>\n<p>\nBut I have to be at work tomorrow at 8:00 AM.  It is now 2:00 AM.  <\/p>\n<p>\nI have six hours left of 2 days off.  During this time I haven&#8217;t bought milk which I have needed&#8211;I&#8217;m putting old eggnog in my coffee.  I haven&#8217;t bought bread, which I have also been out of.  I haven&#8217;t written the letter of reference which my friend needs me to send to her potential college by February 1.  This means I have to do it tomorrow night, or Thursday night&#8211;or more than likely, on <em>both<\/em> nights because I am a perfectionist&#8211;in order to send it in the mail on Friday.  <\/p>\n<p>\nDuring both days off, I have not been outside in sunlight at all; in fact I haven&#8217;t even been awake during sunlight for more than two hours total during both days off.  Now that I think about it, I have avoided <em>all<\/em> face to face contact with people, and most of any other kind of contact as well.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/burgwinkel\/355108413\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" align=\"left\" src=\"http:\/\/farm1.static.flickr.com\/148\/355108413_0384a4c9e7.jpg\" alt=\"aloner\" style=\"padding:5px 15px; background-color:transparent; border:0px;\" height=250 width=167 \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\nIf, instead of getting up to go to work every day, I were <a href=\"http:\/\/www.worldwidewandering.org\/travel\/trips\/webmaster\/AL1997\/bikeintro.html\">riding my bike on a long journey<\/a> (which I did once), then I would know what to do and when to do it.  The &#8216;how&#8217; of it I would figure out.  I did, once.  Actually, much more than once.  <\/p>\n<p>\nEngaged in the journey, I would have no qualms, no internal conflicts about my occupation, as I do now.  I would, as I once did, face fears and challenges with aplomb.  Now I respond to tedious fears and drudging challenges with sprays of venom in all directions; these days, I harbor a contempt for everything and it oozes from me like paint-stripping jelly onto every encounter I have.  <\/p>\n<p>\nI once knew the joy of every human encounter, every chance meeting on the bike road or the hiking trail.  However, I have allowed this job, like a chafing shoe, to build callouses on me which now allow me to remain isolated amid the crowd; by the stagnation of these days, I have grown giant ugly scabs which rebuff those who would approach me without me ever needing to engage them.  <\/p>\n<p>\nI am missing something, and I do not know quite what it is.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Been wasting my life playing around at flickr. Between that and watching old documentaries that I download, I manage to stay up all night on my nights off, sleeping completely through my days off. 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