I enter data. I enter data eight hours a day. I enter data eight hours a day, five days a week, for Orbitz. I enter data in my cubicle, iPod blaring, for eight hours a day, five days a week, for Orbitz, and it is driving me insane. I enter data, and it keeps me from my daily Flannery O'Connor dosage, which has pissed me off so much. I enter data, and it keeps me from working on my comps like I want, so I'm struggling to find time to work on my answers, and it is starting to worry me. I enter data, but my thesis is on schedule (10 pages away from 45). And I've discovered podcasts.
Oh, lord have I discovered Podcasts. While entering data, I've listened to a poetry reading from Li-Young Lee given at UC-Berkely, and a reading by Michael Harper at the same local. I subscribed to a reading of a Pride and Prejudice, which I rock out to while entering data. There's This American Life, NPR Books, NY Times Book Review, New Yorker Fiction, Barnes and Noble Meet the Writers interviews, Slate's book club (which pissed me off for talking shit about Beloved and how Toni Morrison "didn't earn" the confusion she employs...all I got to say to that is the academic retort: "Fuck you, Slate"), and so much more. I've put my audiobook version of On the Road onto my iPod and I've listened to that as well. If there's another data entry schmo in the world who's literaturing up like, then I got to meet this person and see what podcasts or what kind of stuff they are listening too. I'm looking forward to getting an audiobook version of The Canterbury Tales and Lolita. So despite the awfulness, the Mankato doldrums (but I won't be writing a poem about it), I think I'm stuffing some mighty fine literature and booktalk into my noggin. (I spoil myself with Fresh Air by Terry Gross....it's a current events NPR program...I'm so naughty).
And if any of you few, the proud, the BOMM readers out there have a reliable computer that can make sound recordings, drop me a line because I'd like to borrow your computer for a few hours so I can read my comp stories into it, covert it to MP3 or something like that and listen to my beautiful voice recite "The Prophet from Jupiter" over and over while I enter data, for eight hours a day, five days a week, for Orbitz.
VIVA EL MUSTACHE!
June 25, 2007
So It's Come To This
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I am your man! I have a thingy that attaches to the top of your iPod and operates as a mic. I used to use it for interviews when I was doing journalismy stuff.
Sometimes, when I put iTunes on shuffle, a sound recording of an interview pops up and scared the bejesus out of me.
oh, yeah....that above comment is by me.
-Bronson
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