One of the things I don’t do when I get home from a day of work is sit down in front of my computer, click through my links list, and read what people have been writing lately. It isn’t that I am uninterested in their writings of late, but I have realized how uninterested I am of the “outside world” of late.

Working in a high–customer-volume environment has quenched my thirst for human contact. I doubt it would quite tip it over the edge for a long time coming, but I figure, if I follow my long-term plan of being plant geneticist working in a lab with very few people, I’m taking the best years of my youth and just having a blast and enjoying all the people. When I am sick of people, I’ll probably hit the books again and go back to school for my Ph.D. I am in no hurry.

As for other blogs and news in general: my constant exposure to all the people all over me actually make me want to relax and enjoy the solitude that I have once I am home. The news I used to read and enjoy, banal or serious as the stories may be, is merely an intruder into my private space. If my computer screen is a window to the outside world, these days I keep the outside world where it belongs: out there.

I have been writing in longhand nightly for weeks now, ever since I picked up my moleskines. I can no longer sleep without unloading my thoughts on a nightly basis.

Tomorrow I am buying a set of pencils and I will try to learn to draw yet again. I realize that artistically my lack of drawing skill has become my biggest challenge in the rest of my design work.

And for the long term, I am working on a photo book featuring my best work.

With all these things to do, who cares about the news?