Silence and vicarious adventuring

On a normal day, I'd be sitting at my office right now sending "please don't bother me" vibes to my well-meaning but also 30-years-older-than-me coworkers and wishing I could shut my door without seeming rude. I'd also be wishing my corporate internet allowed streaming media like the rest of the modern world, so that I could at least be soothed by NPR instead of Engineer Story Hour outside my door.

On a day when I'm able to finagle working at home, we'd be on hour six of NPR right now and I'd be multi-tasking to my heart's content - a little work there, a little social networking here, a little IM chatting there, all the while cooking up something yummy for lunch and thinking about getting crazy with some music instead of news for the afternoon.

But on days like today, when I'm getting over a truly yucky stomach virus and am still fairly delicate, I need silence. I crave silence. And so it's Day 2 in an apartment where the only sounds are the occasional kitty wrestling match. There is no streaming news. There is no multi-tasking. There is a small portion of chicken noodle soup that made me feel like a champion when I finished it. There is the print newspaper and a book. And there is only one blog today, which I found via my perennial fave Jezebel:


Jenna's Model Life is the kind of storytelling I love on days like today - great writing and wit and thoughtful introspection, which just happens to be set in the high-fashion/low-rent world of modeling (my world is perhaps a tad more low-fashion/high-rent, I'm afraid). There's travel and photography but there is mostly self-deprecation and bemusement with the world around you, of which I am always a fan. For a day when I want virtual adventuring along with my seltzer water, Jenna kindly delivers.