Since I Been Gone


Long time, no type, eh?

By trying to maintain three personal blogs (and occasionally contributing to our work one), Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, Google+ and Tumblr, I basically got tired of posting things. So I decided to do some conscious uncoupling — way before Gwyneth Paltrow announced hers with Chris Martin.

Shape Up Sam was the first social media separation. I started it as a separate site because I didn’t want to clog up this blog with posts chock full of the newbie enthusiasm that can make people like me roll their eyes. But it’s been more than a year of personal training, and the milestones have slowed to a crawl, so I am consolidating: I’ve imported the SUS posts here — if you missed any, you can click here to catch up on the series, if you’re so inclined — and from here on, even the fitness-related items will be posted here.

Tumblr was the next to go: To really populate it well, you have to dedicate hours trolling other people’s Tumblr accounts, and I’ve learned I’m not up for that. Meanwhile, Twitter is great for following celebrities, but as a regular-guy user I feel like it’s only meant for pushing out witticisms, epigrams and 140-character communiqués — one-sided missives that aren’t meant to spark conversation.

On the flip side, I’m loving Instagram more than I thought I would. Who knew a word guy could enjoy “just photos” so much? I’m spending more time there than on most of the other platforms combined!

So, what the hell have I been up to?

  • I joined a CSA —sauteeing greens and canceled after five weeks, because a man should be expected to eat only so much kale and greens every month.
  • I gave the DVR back to our cable company once I realized that we’re paying $20 a month to amass a mountain of TV episodes that never get watched. I thought I would catch up with the important series online, but over the past two months I’ve watched only one episode of a single TV series (why, hello, “RuPaul’s Drag Race”) and ignored everything else.
  • I went back to Mexico for año número tres. It was delightful — the kind of stay that makes you daydream about the logistics of working remotely from Puerto Vallarta.
  • I’ve already maxed out my healthcare spending account by going to doctors to see why I keep choking on food. The proffered explanation is eosinophilic esophagitis, which is basically a buildup of white blood cells thanks to an allergic reaction. The solution, as it were: Using an asthma inhaler but instead of breathing in the mist, swallowing it so the corticosteroids can work their magic on the affected area.
  • EyeScarsOn Friday I go back in for a Lasik touch-up; it turns out the procedure in October didn’t bring my eyes close enough to the 20/20 range. (Luckily the touch-up is free; the recovery will likely be the same, though, so if you see me weepy this weekend, know it’s not because I’ve somehow become excessively motional.)
  • I’ve entered an odd loop at work in which I made a mistake like miss a requested edit — which drives me insane, because if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s conscientiously accomplishing everything on a list so I can cross off each one. By dwelling on the error so much, I lose my focus and end up making another mistake, and everything just exacerbates from there. Knowing that you’re not doing a good job at what you’re renowned for being super-good at is enervating, so I’m trying to bust out of what could easily be a downward spiral.
  • I’m trying to pay off most of my credit card debt by the end of the year, so I’ve been staying close to Casa Flor for my time off. Fewer meals in restaurants, and more at home centered around whatever I’ve thawed from the freezer.

Last night I did spring for tickets to see “Goldfrapp: Tales of Us,” the live-performance broadcast released by one of my favorite bands. It starts with five short films inspired by (and scored with) songs from Goldfrapp’s latest album, Tales of Us, and concludes with an exclusive concert that had been filmed for theaters. (My favorite snippet of conversation is when Alison Goldfrapp introduces the next track thusly: “This song is about breasts … and balloon animals.”) I’d already seen the videos/films for “Annabel” and “Drew” but viewing them on a theater screen, with large-scale sound, makes them even more immersive. (I’m listening to the whole album as I type this, to bring back memories.)

I wish had more exciting things to report — a lottery win, a new language learned— but sadly this is not the case. In the interim, let’s hope that winnowing down my commitments will result in a fresher, friendlier me, with renewed creativity.

And if not, you can always just keep an eye on me over at Instagram.

WHAT SAM WORE: 3-26-14
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The shirt: Cotton button-down by P.A.R.O.S.H., from Saks Off Fifth.
The pants: Slim-fit cotton jeans, from Uniqlo.
The shoes: Leather loafers by Bacco Bucci, from Last Chance.

One response to “Since I Been Gone

  1. If you can use more info about the EoE, check out ADULTS with EGID’s Support Group on Facebook. Hope the Flovent is helping!

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