Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I remember it clearly.

I remember every intonation of every syllable of every word of what at the time was the most stupefying question to which I have ever been party.

"You are so clearly a writer...why are you in engineering?"

At the time I did not know what to say.

I am sure that I just shrugged and made some excuse and changed the subject.

But I have finally arrived at an answer:

I have no idea.

I have no fucking idea.


  1. That's one of the cool things about life--you can always change direction. Or you can be both a writer and an engineer. How great that you are so multifaceted.

  2. Indeed it is a positive aspect of life. I am primarily just frustrated right now because something that I used to be very passionate about (engineering) has become so lackluster in retrospect.

    I am firmly of the opinion that no education is ever wasted, but I'm at the point where I feel that if I am going to spend such huge amounts of time on something, I need it to have a little bit more meaning than engineering is offering me right now. I think a lot about it, but it's not very thought provoking, if you know what I mean.

    Maybe I can devise a way to build a career on writing about engineering and the applied sciences in a way that is more emotional than technical. Hmm...

    Anyway, thank you for the kind feedback.

  3. From the first time I met you, you didn't strike me as the person to become an engineer. Maybe rethink things?