now, more lurkers must come out of the darkness! I mean, just think of all the free political insight you get from XP on a daily basis! he doesn’t ask for anything in return. come to the light lurkers!

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This is a great post in any case.

Pleasure, engagement, meaning: I do not have enough of any of these in my *job* and I am *employed.* That triad of words makes a lot of sense. I will think about this. I like my blog and my ceramics class … hmmm …

Anyway I will keep this in mind. It really seems odd to e that you wouldn’t have gotten a job yet but then y 2 highly skilled friends who had job loss stayed unemployed for about 2 years each, also.

i don’t like hegel but his writings on the importance of meaning work i think are pretty accurate. for some reason, when something bad happens and i am not working, i have way too much time to think about it and i get depressed easily. i need a job that i have to use my brains for or else i’ll go crazy. i’m getting cabin fevor…

anyways, what you do in bloglandia is very important and i hope that when (yes, when) you get that great, fullfilling job you will still keep this place up. good luck with the experiment!

hey, lurkers, tell XP how much you appriciate the blog! you shy lurkers! show some love!

In the meantime, a couple of thoughts. It sort of embarrassed me when, working a few hours a week as the local reporter for an out-of-town paper, I’d be introduced as “a journalist”.

Hell, I’m more than that. I’m also the guy who writes the Mex Files, a historian of U.S.-Mexican relations, a “retired” expert on telecommunications technology and steel production (don’t ask — I’ve had to write more than I care to remember on both )– and probably a lot of other stuff. For MONEY, right now I’m a (not-so) glorified taxi-driver , amking not quite the federal poverty level for a single person (and being a single person who is probably elgible for indigent healthcare makes it semi-bearable).

I understand it, but TRY to reject the idea that I am my “job.” Naw — the job is something I have to do to live my life. And, my life is going to continually change (and end at some point). So, I’m not the hunka-hunka burning… if … not love… at least I was a hottie into my 40s!

(my only point in bringing that up is that I was knocking myself out trying to prove the worth of my academic creds in the business world, when I found I was appreciated for something I’d never even thought much about until then).

Unfortunately, THIS society judges our worth by our economic achievement. It’s fuckin’ sick… my ex- is an ex- becase he hated his job, but defined himself in terms of his job and couldn’t tell me (or even himself) what he wanted for his life, or who he was.

I’m OK (most of the time) with my condition — though I panic about the bills. Right now, I’m doing something productive (getting my book done) and surviving. WHen the book is done, THEN I’ll have to do something else to justifcy my life to me. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE!!

All that said, I’ll ask around about your resume. Out here, we have a crying need for underpaid social workers.