On Becoming Part Of The Problem

[alexsarll]

When people insist that there must be some job I'd actually enjoy, I will occasionally, eventually and grudgingly concede that I'd quite like to be a columnist. After all, they say, it's pretty much what you already do with the blog, isn't it? On days like this, I'm reminded why really, I wouldn't even want to be a columnist. Because then today I'd probably be obliged to write something pseudo-meaningful about a man who'd already made clear that he'd be quitting soon, announcing the date he'd be quitting. It's the worst-spoilered reveal since Blue Beetle died, and it's not as if June 27th is exactly a resonant date. There's probably been enough waffle about Blair's Legacy uploaded to the web today almost to rival the amount of new pornography, and maybe five of those ruminations will actually say anything worth saying, tops. And this hot on the heels of the Scottish/local and French elections, two other issues where even as an intellectual exercise I can scarcely bring myself to form an opinion. Seriously, there's more of my brain currently trying to work out why the young folk buy Maximo Park records than is running all three of those Major Issues together, and even on the Maximo issue it's not going much past 'W.T.F?'
The world is drowning in opinion pieces. And of course, even by saying that, I'm pouring on my cupful.
The compact under which I'm pledged to update regularly seeming in any case to have lapsed, I'm thinking I might withdraw a little, only post when something needs to be posted, rather than because I need to post.

Comments

[verlaine.livejournal.com]

I'm coming to the conclusion there is no job I could possibly enjoy either, at the moment. Why don't lots of people like us team up and start a company? Our profit margins might not be spectacular or indeed existent, but I reckon between us we could blag enough venture capital to pay us to sit on the internet all day for about 5 years...

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Perhaps in the first dotcom boom, but these days I reckon at the very least we'd need a camera involved for that all-important Web 2.0 appeal. And I for one don't much fancy having the world look over my shoulder while I type...