What's the hardest part about your job?
The commute.
Share a photograph from the weekend.
I shot this at the train station as I was on my way in to work on Saturday.
Tomorrow's Tax Day. Have you done your taxes yet?
Yes.
Show us something from your pocket or purse.
I'm a blogger. By definition, that means I'm sitting here in my underwear. My underwear has no pockets. QED, I have nothing to show you from my pocket.
Today is the first day of the Season of Lent. Are you giving anything up for the next 40 days?
How come nobody ever gives up religion for Lent?
Hamburgers or cheeseburgers?
Cheeseburgers.
So? How are those resolutions going so far?
Just fine. If you don't make any resolutions, you don't break any resolutions. "New Year" is such an arbitrary concept anyway. I didn't feel any different on the day I turned 40 than I did on the last day I was 39; centuries may technically end on a specific date, but we're really just about to enter the 21st century with the inauguration of President Obama, because George Bush had a totally 20th century mentality (or maybe 17th century?). So the concept of New Year's Resolutions just doesn't resonate with me. If I'm doing to do something, it makes just as much sense to start it on May 17th as on January 1st.
That said, I did start a project on January 1st involving photography, a Moleskin notebook, and a PoGo printer, and I haven't missed a day yet.
Look at the first post you ever wrote on Vox. What important developments or changes have occurred in your life since then?
Submitted by Alexandra.
My first post was in August, 2006. Since then, I've left the employment of the company I worked for for almost my entire career, and good fucking riddance to them. I've abandoned my long-held unwillingness to commute into the nearest large city and found that I'm far happier with my work, even if I have a lot less free time these days thanks to the time it takes to make that commute. I've gotten a hell of a lot better at what I do thanks to my new jobs, too, because they offer me a lot more opportunity to do the kind of work I enjoy than my old job did.
Have you ever experienced road rage?
Submitted by Question of the Day.
It had been a long, stressful day. We had all flown from New Jersey to Detroit to attend my grandmother's funeral, the second funeral trip to Detroit in two weeks. Massive snowstorms had kept us on the ground in Newark for hours, so we missed most of the visitation. We were hungry. I was driving an unfamiliar rental van about the size of Rhode Island. And we needed flowers. I noticed a florist's shop just as we were zooming by it, so I slowed down and turned in. And maybe I did it a little too quickly; the guy behind us was annoyed and honked. I snapped and yelled "Fuck you with a chainsaw, buddy!"
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