The Rabbit Hole

Today I thought: Wouldn't it be great if there was a way to be notified when all the blogs you read were updated? Well there is, but it seems trickier than I can manage. But then I realized, none of us update only a daily basis. Forgive me, I have had my share of binges and purges in blogging, certainly. But it is with disgusting regularity that I check blogs multiple times each day, to no avail. I can manage to click through ten or so links in a 15 minute timespan, but I can't manage to read my bible consistently.

You heard it here first. It has been since thursday, when I read almost to the end of Matthew's journey, that the book was opened before me. Instead, I have been laboriously reading Stephen King, a man whose fiction I have never had the daring to even consider, and yet his nonfiction has my rapt attention.

That is the boring part of this story. This is the exciting stuff:

Over a gnocci dinner tonight, I told my parents how much I hated living at home with them. It mainly consisted of "I hate living here." I certainly don't hate them. I love them, and they have provided me with more needs than I even...well, need. But it's like I was saying before. Living at home lays the foundations of thinking that I am a failed adult.

I am planning on moving somewhere else. Right now my eyes are set on Chicago, America's second city. What I'd like to do is find a job there that somehow involves the creative endeavors of either producing, writing, or editing films on a paid basis. However, I am willing to settle for a paying job in another field if I can also accept a non-paying job in this field. But this is the kind of opportunity I'm talking about. Kind of.

So what does everyone think of Chicago? More opportunity, more people, less people I know, less people I love.

"A chicken in every pot" was originally said by King Henry the IV of France. However, most people today attribute it to Herbert Hoover during the 1928 Presidential Campaign. This is incorrect. King Henry, a champion of the people, supposedly once said "If God allows me to live, I will see that there is not a single labourer in my kingdom who does not have a chicken in his pot every Sunday," only he said it in French.
Herbert Hoover presided over the Stock Market crash that began the Great Depression, which lasted from 1929 until America's entry into WWII in 1941. To be fair, it wasn't his fault. He also had a dam named after him, which was originally called Boulder Dam.