Some times the right answer is Mondays, but this was not the case today. It was May bank holiday, which, although it doesn't have the same wonderfully revolutionary chaotic sound as the German equivalent, Tag der Arbeit,
was quite nice. My life was very un-leftist/May Day-ish, if not to say embarrassingly middle class, but quite nice all the same. I went for a walk around Regent's Park with a friend who was visiting from Germany and had a coffee and a lovely raspberry cup cake with a mountain of cream cheese icing at Inn the Park.This yummy bit of the bourgeois life was the perfect ending for a great weekend, which included my usual Viet Macchiato in the sun at Broadway Market, a ride on the London Eye, a Clarin's summer makeover (which taught me to vehemently say no next time someone asks me if I have a minute while walking through a shop), and an elating 7-km-run along Regent's canal (yes, I'm bragging; no, I don't mind that it's obvious). But somehow I'm feeling slightly melancholic this evening. It's that nagging question about the point of it all again.
"Huh?" I hear my imaginary audience (yes, you! I'm imaginarily watching you!) say. Well, initially I was going to come to London to get away from the pointless 9-to-5 office routine and the corporate world, which I find entirely opposed to what life should be. There was no way, I claimed, that I would be going back to either. But then this damn economic bubble burst and I had to eat my words. So now I'm back on the PPC scene searching for the meaning of life. Google this, bitch!
Ok, ok, outburst over. There's more to life than work and there's definitely more to my life. I'm still keenly studying digital anthropology and looking into digital communities. It's a shame I burried my copy of Benedict Anderson's Imagined Communities in a box in my dad's attic. I think it would come in really handy in my pursuits.Hmm... I see a disconcerting theme in this entry. Every paragraph I try to say something nice, but somehow the flow of words turns it into something negative. So I will just resign myself to the fact that today is a day of moodiness and put all of us out of our misery by shutting down the PC. Have a good night, see you on a happier day.
