(Content warning: bragging)
I have been feeling somewhat down, so time for ‘my life, positive framing edition’:
I have a job doing speculative philosophical and economic detectivery, which involves basically looking stuff on the internet, thinking, and writing more stuff on the internet. When I do it competently at all, I sometimes become author of the 16th most discussed paper of the year. I am basically my own boss. And other people’s too, if I want. But not in a way that requires me to do paperwork. I am free to make my project whatever kind of whacky experimental entity I want.
Money has been (tiny-non-profit-level) abundant. Mostly because people around me have earned a bunch of it, are looking out for things to fund, and have the same interests as me. Partly because various random organizations I’d never heard of before want to talk to me. I’m heading to the UK and Chile in the next month, paid for by others (and ok, I had heard of the Chilean senate, but I did not expect them to invite me to visit). When I’m not obliged to be in some nice hotel, I work from wherever I want. For instance, my bed.
Oh yeah, also I am doing the most promising thing I can think of to make the world better.
My boyfriend is very supportive, and helps me often, due to his cleverness and niceness and understanding of the topic. He can also talk interestingly about almost anything else. He recently taught me a lot about history. He is also a psychiatrist, and arguably the best blogger, and good to cuddle.
We live in a nice house, in Berkeley, near about a hundred of our friends. I have a bicycle, and an internet connection and several varieties of Civ IV and a Hitachi magic wand and a hard-to-satiate interest in cheap computer games. It’s almost Christmas.