I can write again!

Contrary to what my previous post on professionalism would have a reader believe, I was accepted to a research program a few months ago.  Stuck with the unrealistic demands of time, mental inertia, and social deprivation made on myself during the academic year I've been unable to properly write until recently, though I have drafted a few posts about things that I consider very important.

My current balance of free time and work is, in a word, harmonious.  And the contrast between my current stress level and that which I was experiencing two weeks ago allows me to realize something.
I never want to purposefully be that stressed again.  The work ethic that I was subscribing to was poisonously ignorant of my ability to do anything other than satisfy criteria, whether those criteria be academic or pertaining to my extra curricular activity.

All the more I see the necessity of art and unbounded thinking as well as the necessity of relevance.  My desire to accomplish difficult, irrelevant things is finished.  I won't be coding a simulation of lake ice thickness in the span of a few days under the thin guise of a class project again.

To further the depth of the topic of relevance I end with two things:
- I realize that I can only write this blog with at least some motivation of relevance.  Reading a different blog, ethicsalarms.com, brings the worth of my own writing into focus.  I want to talk about things I think people should know about.

- A friend brought to my attention that fact that a book might serve my style of communicating information better, that a collection of essays might leave a stronger impression than a collection of blog posts.  Maybe. I feel more focused in writing these finishable blog posts.  And I also feel that there will be opportunity to collect and expand on them in the form of a book, if I so choose.

Hopefully my writing isn't too serious to read, that would sort of defeat the point.