There’s a lull in the air. It just feels like UBC’s taking it easy this week. I mean, I’m sure somewhere the Klingon Klub is madly organizing their bi-annual Spock-a-thon, but the general vibe is like a surfer at the foot of the ocean: calm, cool, and collected, just waiting for that big wave. My flood of responsibility subsided Tuesday, when after the deadline of a Ubyssey article on Friday, my academic catch-up on the weekend, and a class-filled hailstorm on Monday, I was just left to myself, in my dorm, with no abundant task at hand. I mean, I did have to define the overarching concepts of justice and morality for Philosophy 100, but come on, an amateur philosopher could do that. Someone like Plato. Oh, philosophy burn! I kid the man. He’s a genius. Plus, he’s been dead for over 2000 years. I don’t think he’ll be that offended.
Anyways, I had a personal lull. And do you know what’s the worst thing for me during a productivity lull? Trying out season one of The Wire that I got for Christmas. Why didn’t I just turn down my productivity into negatives, like an anti-Spinal Tap:
“See, most people’s productivity can only go to -10, but mine, see, mine, it goes to -11.”
So, I guess my main report today, developed through tireless research, with selected help from four sign language-trained chimpanzees and one Yahtzee-trained elephant, is that The Wire is a very good show. But that’s just what it’s like in a lull. And maybe I should be rejoicing. The very fact I get to enjoy an HBO show, stuck between two sides of my productivity-laden space-time continuum, is a sign that I’m enjoying the time I’m given, spent idly taking in a well-crafted story or vigourously volunteering around the campus, be it for The Ubyssey, CiTR, or even my comfy home here at Blog Squad. So what I’m saying is, don’t waste your lulls and don’t fret in stress. The two balance out. If you relax, aspire, and produce, well then the world just keeps going ‘round.
