A furlog, like a jackalope, consists of two entities smashed together for the sake of NewSpeak expediency. Like Orwell in "1984," I don't have the time to mess around with two separate words when one will do.
So Furlough + blog = Furlog.
Like many in the news business, I've been put to pasture, although I count myself amongst the lucky ones that my time is temporary -- at least for now.
And because I'm unencumbered by money and obligation for the time, I've wondered how I can live this time usefully, so there's merit rather than dawdling.
Over the next 11 days, I'll share what happens with me during time unrestricted by travel, expectations, guidelines -- or money. Areas of concentration shall be:
-- Reading.
-- Writing.
-- Some food in moderation.
-- Wine whines.
Please, do not expect import in any of these matters as years of journalism have created an ultimate generalist: I can talk about 200 subjects 2 inches deep; but not one subject 200 inches deep.
That's exactly what leaves me wondering if I can be better, in anyway, after my imposed time to contemplate and to do.
I'm not sure that one should commit to following something that is already known to be ending before it's hardly begun. But that's probably a summary of my life and character thus far, so here I am! :P
ReplyDelete"I can talk about 200 subjects 2 inches deep; but not one subject 200 inches deep." this is so true of all journalists. Well, most. Interesting blog, Rich. I hope the days off are refreshing (?)
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