Making Shit Up

Pretty soon I will be contractually unable to talk about a fair portion of my work. Which as any graduate student knows, is actually kinda a relief, since "how's your work going" isn't usually a great conversation topic for most of us.

The problem with this limitation is that I'm somewhat ill-trained for SoCal conversation. Naturally, you can't go with "man, Papelbon was awesome last night" or "what the hell was Rem-dawg talking about last night", but really most sports-related water cooler talk is out the window here, except for golf. Additionally, since it is always sunny and warm here, you can't use the weather as a conversation starter.

So, basically, I've decided to make shit up. I end up doing this accidentally sometimes, like when I'm getting my haircut and the hairdresser/barber mis-hears something I say and I don't feel like correcting them, but I figure that now I'll just be a little more direct/intentional with my creativity.

Speaking of creativity, here's my recent graphjam, inspired by having the Snoop/Phish song stuck in my head all day.



One thought on “Making Shit Up”

  1. Jimmy, it's a shame that you won't be able to tell us what you do. I really think the way to go is just to create an artificial reality of what you do. Maybe you're an astronaut?

    Then go for secrecy. "Yeah, I'm an astronaut, but I can't say what I actually do. I'll give you a hint though, if our mission in a couple years doesn't work, nothing we do will really matter."

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