The Times, They are a-Changin'.

I like to imagine that I have hundreds of little writers set out in nice square little cubicles in my head scurrying to and fro, sending out memos and reminders, sharpening pencils, making coffee, fixing printer jams, all together keeping my thoughts in a well-to-do manner so they can come forth from my mouth or finger tips for the rest of the world.

If I like to use that metaphor than right now all of those ficticiuos writers, with their sleek pencil skirts and  cornflower blue Winsor-knotted paisely ties are striking and picketing in an uproar. "Increased wages for increased work hours!"

They are demanding it now, rioting and flipping over desks. Stealing my little imaginary office supplies and flipping little imaginary birds at my little imaginary supervisors. And those little supervisors are looking out to me, shaking their heads in surprised disappointment at all the nothing they are able to do in order to control my very much out of control white-collar workers.

Inwardly, this is my thought-process.
Outwardly, the only think I can do is rub my eyes and continue working. Making myself another cup of tea, even after we've run out of the good stuff to drink and all that is left is peach. Blech.

Yet, here I sit. Typing up a blog post. My inner little efficiency committee is looking down at their little clipboards and assessing my work ethic. They are not checking the box for "Uses time wisely."

"But I need this time," I plea to them. "You don't understand.This is how I relax and restore myself."

Can one grow dependent on an idea? This blog is a compilation of all of mine, and I have grown rather fond of it. As of late, I have realized I've grown out of my German experience. There's not much German to experience here in Ann Arbor, but I keep updating. Less and less with any intention of it being about my re-entry shock. But I'll keep updating because I've made a discovery of how powerful my computer can be and I would like to keep that relationship with my computer, with myself, and sometimes with others, going.

I get it now why one of the first steps in a recovery program (any program, go ahead and find out) is to write out all of your life history. One big hefty paper of Who You Are. It works.

My moral today, beacuse I really need to stop procrastinating my economics homework, is that I will continue to blog on this blog--even with the name dasdetuscheerlebnis, mostly because I don't know how to change it, but also because that's how it all began. But I am no longer restricting myself to my travel adventures.

But  I think we all knew that one already though, right?

So I guess I'm open for new blog titles suggestions, comments, complaints, okay?