My first paycheck I re-opened my collapsed savings-account, with $400. (It actually lay dormant for almost a year with $4.64, or something similar.) Last week I dropped another $500 into it, and next week I will deposit $600. I want to average 500 clams, but couldn't make myself do it the first week. I am slowly bringing to fruition my plan for starting my own business. Damn the perpetually dismal market & economic forecasts.
It has also occurred to me that while I am working the night-shift I am less productive during the day, but tired and depressed are similar bunkmates, and I prefer the former. There is a good feeling in tired. Ah, I feel less losery.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Attempt at Activism
I tried joining a group related both to my intended profession; architecture, and a serious societal issue; homelessness. I signed up for Architecture for Humanity. The local chapter (Boston) shortly fell apart thereafter. Then the group tried to sort-of start up again with new 'leadership' but its views are muddled, and I don't see them doing anything in the upcoming months that is related in any way to actually 'helping' people. It seems that the group falls short of its intended goals, and falls towards much less lofty ideals of design-education for the masses, rather than solutions to real problems. You know, helping people.
I don't know. I've lost interest fast, partly because they want to meet in the evening sometimes in Boston, sometimes Cambridge, sometimes Somerville, when I need to be at work at night, always in Haverhill. And partly I think that their compassion degrades into self-appreciation. Maybe I'm just not cut out for such a group. That's okay, when I tried to volunteer for the Tsunami Relief Effort, (awhile back, say 6 months) all I saw available were jobs I was not qualified for, (got an e-mail effectively saying thanks but no-thanks) and several unscrupulous sites which seemed to offer activism vacation-packages for the low-low price of a couple of thousand dollars.
Weird. The problem with the world is; anyone who actually has the urge to help, can't. Everyone else is either in it for self-interests or self-promotion. That's fucked-up.
I don't know. I've lost interest fast, partly because they want to meet in the evening sometimes in Boston, sometimes Cambridge, sometimes Somerville, when I need to be at work at night, always in Haverhill. And partly I think that their compassion degrades into self-appreciation. Maybe I'm just not cut out for such a group. That's okay, when I tried to volunteer for the Tsunami Relief Effort, (awhile back, say 6 months) all I saw available were jobs I was not qualified for, (got an e-mail effectively saying thanks but no-thanks) and several unscrupulous sites which seemed to offer activism vacation-packages for the low-low price of a couple of thousand dollars.
Weird. The problem with the world is; anyone who actually has the urge to help, can't. Everyone else is either in it for self-interests or self-promotion. That's fucked-up.
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