When I first got hired here, I was told that writing these blogs was expected. And you know what? That’s cool. I actually like to write; I have a BA in English Lit and everything.
The problem with me, and the reason I only have two posts to my name so far, is that I only have two modes: pretentious or completely bizarre.
For instance, Floyd reminded me just today that there’s a blog post I wrote that’s been floating around unpublished since I started here. Why hasn’t it been published? Well, it’s because it’s pretty much design wankery. I think—embedded in that post—I have an image of a radio designed by Dieter Rams and a quote from Stefan Sagmeister or someone like that. It’s also most definitely about the evils of confusing decorating for actual design.
Complete. Design. Wankery.
Do I write about the half naked Santa Claus figurine that’s at my desk that maybe I should probably either remove from my desk or make tiny pants for?
But what else do I write about when my job is to be a designer here?
Do I write about the half naked Santa Claus figurine that’s at my desk that maybe I should probably either remove from my desk or make tiny pants for? No! I shouldn’t even mention that, most likely.
So there’s my struggle. Do I get on my high horse and become famous for my ability to put you to sleep with Ambien-like effectiveness, or do I default to writing about my strange obsessions with comic books about philosophy (Action Philosophers, you should totally check it out) and B-movie sc-fi?
I’ve chosen the third way: Chuchel-like reluctance to post stuff.