Where We Are and Why We are Not Here: A Dramatic Confession from the Editors
We haven't stopped, don't worry. After all, neither of us has ever had a fan club, and if we give up on our blog now, we may never realize this important lifelong goal.
There are many reasons for our neglect of dear Shades of Greigh. Among these reasons, the following things come to mind:
#1. Summer BEACHES and fresh cut GRASS and pure and utter SUNSHINE plus CABINS and ISLANDS and their associated SLOTH and GLUTTONY. BBQ also comes to mind.
#2. Jonathan's up-in-the-morning-at-6-and-home-in-the-
evening-at-6 NEW JOB combined with his UNFINISHED MASTERS DEGREE that still demands a research proposal, thesis paper, and thesis paper defense, which he has been trying to prepare in those couple hours left over at the end of the work day also known as when those three back to back episodes of That-70s-Show are on. Ah competing priorities.
[Note to non-intellectuals: The 70s, under normal conditions, do not OWN PRIVATE PROPERTY nor any thing for that matter, neither clothes, nor furniture, nor shows. This applies as well to the 80s, the 90s, and even the 60s I believe (although this particular period predates me, so I've a little less certain on the last one). With that in mind, I ask you, what is with "the 70's were sweet-ass-rad times, eh?" and "you look totally hip-to-the-jive-in those 70's pants"? Drop the apostrophe, seriously people.]
#3. My preparation for COMPREHENSIVE EXAMS plus some other stuff (like courses and paid labour). I use the term "labour" quite loosely here since that my muscles are not entirely visible unless under microscope and since my weekdays are predominately spent in a total sedentary state. I don't even have to commute to work, or take a shower if I'm not privy to it. Work from home. Love it. More people should try it. It's almost like not working, especially if you ignore the 'not' part.
In conclusion, I think the combination of the gifts of glorious summer, my husband's (aka 'super-spouse') work/cook/clean/study routine, and my I'm-gonna-fail-and-get-kicked-outta-school-and-end-up-
becoming-a-gorilla-feeding-unicycle panic attacks (which occur bi-hourly), make the Jima household in general incapable of fully utilizing their electronic soapbox.
We are lovers in dangerous times: we have exams to pass and degrees to finish (before life does). We have a rapidly squandering summer of sunshine to enjoy and a sink full of dishes to clean. We have posts to write and books to read and emails to reply to, hometowns to visit, families to host, bills to pay, money to make, and heck, even gift registry items to purchase.
But this is all very temporary - the short run if you will - my friends. Soon we'll be boring again, like we normally are and at that point when there is absolutely nothing in our life that is exciting or riveting to share, we will post again, I promise. Because as classical economists say, in the long-run, prices adjust, unemployment disapear (ahem NAIRU aside, ahem), problems rectify, and Sima and Jonathan blog. I suppose as Keynes retorted, in the long-term, everyone is dead so who cares. Thanks a lot Keynes. Thanks for ruining my closing statement.
No one likes you anymore anyway.
There are many reasons for our neglect of dear Shades of Greigh. Among these reasons, the following things come to mind:
#1. Summer BEACHES and fresh cut GRASS and pure and utter SUNSHINE plus CABINS and ISLANDS and their associated SLOTH and GLUTTONY. BBQ also comes to mind.
#2. Jonathan's up-in-the-morning-at-6-and-home-in-the-
evening-at-6 NEW JOB combined with his UNFINISHED MASTERS DEGREE that still demands a research proposal, thesis paper, and thesis paper defense, which he has been trying to prepare in those couple hours left over at the end of the work day also known as when those three back to back episodes of That-70s-Show are on. Ah competing priorities.
[Note to non-intellectuals: The 70s, under normal conditions, do not OWN PRIVATE PROPERTY nor any thing for that matter, neither clothes, nor furniture, nor shows. This applies as well to the 80s, the 90s, and even the 60s I believe (although this particular period predates me, so I've a little less certain on the last one). With that in mind, I ask you, what is with "the 70's were sweet-ass-rad times, eh?" and "you look totally hip-to-the-jive-in those 70's pants"? Drop the apostrophe, seriously people.]
#3. My preparation for COMPREHENSIVE EXAMS plus some other stuff (like courses and paid labour). I use the term "labour" quite loosely here since that my muscles are not entirely visible unless under microscope and since my weekdays are predominately spent in a total sedentary state. I don't even have to commute to work, or take a shower if I'm not privy to it. Work from home. Love it. More people should try it. It's almost like not working, especially if you ignore the 'not' part.
In conclusion, I think the combination of the gifts of glorious summer, my husband's (aka 'super-spouse') work/cook/clean/study routine, and my I'm-gonna-fail-and-get-kicked-outta-school-and-end-up-
becoming-a-gorilla-feeding-unicycle panic attacks (which occur bi-hourly), make the Jima household in general incapable of fully utilizing their electronic soapbox.
We are lovers in dangerous times: we have exams to pass and degrees to finish (before life does). We have a rapidly squandering summer of sunshine to enjoy and a sink full of dishes to clean. We have posts to write and books to read and emails to reply to, hometowns to visit, families to host, bills to pay, money to make, and heck, even gift registry items to purchase.
But this is all very temporary - the short run if you will - my friends. Soon we'll be boring again, like we normally are and at that point when there is absolutely nothing in our life that is exciting or riveting to share, we will post again, I promise. Because as classical economists say, in the long-run, prices adjust, unemployment disapear (ahem NAIRU aside, ahem), problems rectify, and Sima and Jonathan blog. I suppose as Keynes retorted, in the long-term, everyone is dead so who cares. Thanks a lot Keynes. Thanks for ruining my closing statement.
No one likes you anymore anyway.
posted by Sima at 9:38 PM
8 Comments:
Nice, a Cockburn reference.
I've been wondering where you two were at - thanks for the quick update.
Good luck on all the school stuff - I know you can both do it!!
Kd
Hey Jima, I think you should start a company and attach your name to it. I imagine: "What kind of car do you drive?" "A Jima FLQ." "Niiiiiiice!" or "Man, I can't get enough of those Jima bars!".
(I see peanut butter, caramel, milk chocolate, sprinkles, hazelnuts, raisins, honeycomb, cookie dough ice cream, all in one tasty candy bar)
Always thinking ahead.
You're forgetting the Nougat! The NOUGAT!
sniff. i still kinda like Keynes. don't tell Taymaz though.
isn't Jima like Bennifer or Branjolina? do you wish to be that socially contructed? :)
Biiitchhhhh and... slap.
Bitch
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