In class, Dan keeps talking to us about the importance of having these outside passions and projects. As he talks, you can see a shadow descend over every student’s face as they think in unison, “Shit shit. What are my passions? No. Not that one. That’s a boring passion. And I’m not even that into it, so I don’t think it counts as a passion.”
I might be imagining this. But it’s what I think. After all, my current passions include astronomy (which I haven’t practiced in so long that all I remember is that I like it and how to pick out Orion in the sky), and poetry (Surprise, surprise! A copywriter whose outside passion is WRITING).
I pick up things, play with them, and go on to the next thing. I have spent about three weeks at a time extremely into each of the following: kayaking, hiking, climbing, caving, scuba diving, astronomy, dogs, sports, chemistry, Peace Corps, cello, sewing, weight lifting, cooking, baking, and writing a book.
I don’t really know anything about any of them. I’m so ultra-focused about everything else in my life, it seems odd that I’d be so ADD about my interests.
But in that very same non sequitur spirit, I do have a few irons in the fire.
There was an iPhone app Nick suggested to me that I couldn’t figure out how to wrap into a campaign. It was still a fucking cool app, and since I happen to be dating a pretty wonderful computer engineer, we’re going to make it together. And sell it.
And once that’s done, because I have the urgent need to associate myself with something impossibly ridiculous, we’re gonna do my idea of recording an Aquapella CD! We’re going to make us a hydrophone, stick our heads in a kiddie pool, and sing the shit out of “My Sharona” and other such hits. And sell that too.