The reviews are still rolling in this morning, so continue to check back and see if the final consensus is just a tranquil nicer. AC … 10:42 a.m. PST
Monday, May 19, 2008
This is the poem
of a procrastinator.
I'm starting it now;
I'll finish it later.
I actually had no idea strippers thought so poorly about me. I thought I was an passionate admirer of the dance arts. I'd love to share more, but I need to check my e-mail.
Emily Yoffe's article on how to fight procrastination, and Seth Stevenson's on how to embrace it, brought out subtly different Frays. Those whom we might call the embracers competed to find out who had the worst record in college here—and prepare to be shocked, very shocked. "A 10-year exercise of procrastination, doobage, and beer" indeed.
Bedubya, with unusual energy for this subject, was pushing for "National Procrastination Day to be moved to August 8: 08/08/08. If you say it out loud, it says Oh, wait, Oh wait, Oh wait…But it'll probably get postponed, anyway." Mikestand was firm in his views:
I'm a workaholic, and I like to pretend I think it's a character flaw too, just like Seth pretends procrastination is. But I don't really believe it is. Actually I brag about it, kind of like Seth makes procrastination sound creative and fun and whatever the opposite of 'uptight and anal retentive' is.
Nobody put off making comments on the article on getting help with the problem, though some of them were pretty grumpy about it. Malarkey, here, didn't want any advice from scientists studying the phenomenon:
I find myself extremely angry at the thought of a scientist devoting 20 years of his or her life examining what he or she perceives to be an illogical character "flaw," then calling me illogical. What's the root of this 20-year obsession? Why fixate on this instead of something worthwhile?