![]() If I leave Twitter and Instagram will I feel worse? I did it once. I guess I got triggered by a tweet about transcriptions. Most plants remain alive because watering them regularly was more fun than transcribing hours of a moment that has already passed. A journalist's home never looks cleaner than it does when there are transcriptions to be done. And worse than all of that, with every second that goes by, your fingers are pounding the keyboard praying that what appears on your word processor might be useful. You have to listen to the real sound of your own voice, and re-live the parts of conversations you'd have liked to forget, or you remembered slightly differently. And I read the tweet and remembered the jokes I used to make about transcribing. I saw a journalist on Twitter today do something journalists on Twitter are obliged to do, which is complain about how much transcribing they have to do. Via text message, a friend of mine recently referred to the human body as a “flesh prison”. The other night I rewatched Erin Brockovich, as I do once a year, and felt some semblance of faith resurging in my body. During that period I refused an invitation to my favorite bikini bar because I opted to stay at home and do laundry. The last time I had a drink I had five or six large glasses of Sancerre and then got sick for the whole of the Christmas period. It's not the achievement I wanted, or even expected, but it's the one I'm currently acknowledging. Tonight I finally did the splits for the first time in my life.
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