Comments on: Post Return To Work Stress Disorder http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2009/09/post-return-to-work-stress-syndrome/ Tue, 07 Sep 2010 15:34:15 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Cole Matson http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2009/09/post-return-to-work-stress-syndrome/comment-page-1/#comment-329 Cole Matson Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:18:20 +0000 http://aliteralgirl.wordpress.com/?p=560#comment-329 I just moved to Oxford less than a week ago, so while it's still new and wondrous to me, I don't feel like a tourist. I'm more settled. I've actually been able to help a few tourists find their way around in the past week. Btw, as I think I mentioned when I first found your blog months ago, I'd be happy to buy you and a friend a drink when you've got some time. I just moved to Oxford less than a week ago, so while it’s still new and wondrous to me, I don’t feel like a tourist. I’m more settled. I’ve actually been able to help a few tourists find their way around in the past week.

Btw, as I think I mentioned when I first found your blog months ago, I’d be happy to buy you and a friend a drink when you’ve got some time.

]]> By: Lauren http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2009/09/post-return-to-work-stress-syndrome/comment-page-1/#comment-328 Lauren Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:50:59 +0000 http://aliteralgirl.wordpress.com/?p=560#comment-328 ***Cough*** ***Cough*** My creative impulse is to grow and cook food... ;) And I'm all set for commune-living. Sounds great. Miranda, as a proud member of the currently unemployed, I am living the dream of sleeping, cooking and writing at all hours. The funny thing is, without the motivation of a hated job, I'm getting a bit lazy and unmotivated. I had no idea the extent to which my loathing for my boss fueled my determination to succeed as a writer. I'm still glad I left though. ***Cough***
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My creative impulse is to grow and cook food… ;) And I’m all set for commune-living. Sounds great.

Miranda, as a proud member of the currently unemployed, I am living the dream of sleeping, cooking and writing at all hours. The funny thing is, without the motivation of a hated job, I’m getting a bit lazy and unmotivated. I had no idea the extent to which my loathing for my boss fueled my determination to succeed as a writer. I’m still glad I left though.

]]> By: aliteralgirl http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2009/09/post-return-to-work-stress-syndrome/comment-page-1/#comment-327 aliteralgirl Mon, 21 Sep 2009 12:57:09 +0000 http://aliteralgirl.wordpress.com/?p=560#comment-327 Mmm...at least some of my maudlin attitude can probably be blamed on the fact that I'm likely still suffering from that first pint of Em's Homemade Cider. But the rest of it is all genuine nostalgia. And re: edible songs...The Circle of Chefs. That has to be the answer, somehow. Just keeping writing songs about people who cook, and maybe they'll keep inviting you places and feeding you (and a few choice comrades...) Alternatively, we just need to find someone whose creative impulse is indeed to grow and cook food. Either way, Project Commune is seeming increasingly appealing as the day goes on! Mmm…at least some of my maudlin attitude can probably be blamed on the fact that I’m likely still suffering from that first pint of Em’s Homemade Cider. But the rest of it is all genuine nostalgia.

And re: edible songs…The Circle of Chefs. That has to be the answer, somehow. Just keeping writing songs about people who cook, and maybe they’ll keep inviting you places and feeding you (and a few choice comrades…)

Alternatively, we just need to find someone whose creative impulse is indeed to grow and cook food.

Either way, Project Commune is seeming increasingly appealing as the day goes on!

]]> By: Ben Walker http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2009/09/post-return-to-work-stress-syndrome/comment-page-1/#comment-326 Ben Walker Mon, 21 Sep 2009 12:18:16 +0000 http://aliteralgirl.wordpress.com/?p=560#comment-326 "The freedom. The blue skies. The delicious meals. The cider." You brought a tear to my eye. Although that might just be a lingering side-effect of the cider. I'm sure my balance is still slightly off... "until we can all move to a commune off the East Devon coast and sustain ourselves on creative endeavors and home-grown vegetables" I'm still trying to convince myself that it's possible, but I guess sustenance through creativity is probably easier if your creative impulse is to grow and cook food. Unless I can figure out a way to write edible songs. “The freedom. The blue skies. The delicious meals. The cider.”

You brought a tear to my eye. Although that might just be a lingering side-effect of the cider. I’m sure my balance is still slightly off…

“until we can all move to a commune off the East Devon coast and sustain ourselves on creative endeavors and home-grown vegetables”

I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s possible, but I guess sustenance through creativity is probably easier if your creative impulse is to grow and cook food. Unless I can figure out a way to write edible songs.

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