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	<title>Comments on: #9: Work.</title>
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	<description>some like it uppity</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:39:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Uppity</title>
		<link>http://www.uppityrib.com/archives/255#comment-266</link>
		<dc:creator>Uppity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jennifer and James, quite interesting perspectives on this topic...I love things that make me go hmmmmm...  It hadn't occurred to me that doing one's passion for a living might have a down side. I see that perhaps I've been somewhat naive about that - rainbows and butterflies and la la la. :) Almost by definition, a passion tends to be all-consuming, so it follows that one would need to learn balance (it's hell to get old, eh? ;))

And Chris - I mean, Mr. Bale, please write to me directly at uppityrib@yahoo.com! I *love* black tights and capes, can tolerate wives and children - and would also happily entertain your costar Hugh Jackman at dinner in our LA love nest.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jennifer and James, quite interesting perspectives on this topic&#8230;I love things that make me go hmmmmm&#8230;  It hadn&#8217;t occurred to me that doing one&#8217;s passion for a living might have a down side. I see that perhaps I&#8217;ve been somewhat naive about that - rainbows and butterflies and la la la. <img src='http://www.uppityrib.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> Almost by definition, a passion tends to be all-consuming, so it follows that one would need to learn balance (it&#8217;s hell to get old, eh? ;))</p>
<p>And Chris - I mean, Mr. Bale, please write to me directly at <a href="mailto:uppityrib@yahoo.com">uppityrib@yahoo.com</a>! I *love* black tights and capes, can tolerate wives and children - and would also happily entertain your costar Hugh Jackman at dinner in our LA love nest.</p>
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		<title>By: James</title>
		<link>http://www.uppityrib.com/archives/255#comment-265</link>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 19:27:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>All kidding about Scarlett aside (I like to think we're on a first name basis), this is a very thought provoking post.  I never used to think that my job was my passion but it really is.  Working where I do, I'm subjected to enormous pressures and responsibilities but also respect and stimulation.  I love what I do and can't imagine doing anything else (I of course dream sometimes...).

The problem is that when your job is your passion, your passion becomes a job.  That makes your job more interesting but it's not a good thing some of the time.  The line starts blurring between work and life and the need to have other hobbies/friends becomes all the more important to retain your sanity (a lesson I'm learning slowly).  And as the pendulum swings, do your hobbies and friends become more your passion and your work less so?  I would think this happens over time as we live and grow as human beings...  Ok, enough for now...  back to the grindstone (oh, I mean passion!).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All kidding about Scarlett aside (I like to think we&#8217;re on a first name basis), this is a very thought provoking post.  I never used to think that my job was my passion but it really is.  Working where I do, I&#8217;m subjected to enormous pressures and responsibilities but also respect and stimulation.  I love what I do and can&#8217;t imagine doing anything else (I of course dream sometimes&#8230;).</p>
<p>The problem is that when your job is your passion, your passion becomes a job.  That makes your job more interesting but it&#8217;s not a good thing some of the time.  The line starts blurring between work and life and the need to have other hobbies/friends becomes all the more important to retain your sanity (a lesson I&#8217;m learning slowly).  And as the pendulum swings, do your hobbies and friends become more your passion and your work less so?  I would think this happens over time as we live and grow as human beings&#8230;  Ok, enough for now&#8230;  back to the grindstone (oh, I mean passion!).</p>
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		<title>By: James</title>
		<link>http://www.uppityrib.com/archives/255#comment-264</link>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 16:10:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OMG!  Who would have thought that Christian Bale reads your blog!  What an amazing cooincidence!  I guess that makes this worth a try:  Scarlett Johansson!  If you're reading this, CALL ME!  I'm more than willing to be your kept man...  or you can be my kept woman...  either way would be great!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OMG!  Who would have thought that Christian Bale reads your blog!  What an amazing cooincidence!  I guess that makes this worth a try:  Scarlett Johansson!  If you&#8217;re reading this, CALL ME!  I&#8217;m more than willing to be your kept man&#8230;  or you can be my kept woman&#8230;  either way would be great!</p>
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		<title>By: Christian Bale</title>
		<link>http://www.uppityrib.com/archives/255#comment-263</link>
		<dc:creator>Christian Bale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:41:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wanted: kept woman.   You: woman who wants to be kept.  Must get along with my current wife and child.  Women who like men in black tights and capes a plus.  Me:  rich, good-looking movie star who is never home.  Don't call me "Chris".</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wanted: kept woman.   You: woman who wants to be kept.  Must get along with my current wife and child.  Women who like men in black tights and capes a plus.  Me:  rich, good-looking movie star who is never home.  Don&#8217;t call me &#8220;Chris&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
		<link>http://www.uppityrib.com/archives/255#comment-262</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 03:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have a job that is emotionally, intellectually, creatively, and spiritually fulfilling. I get to do what I'm good at, and it makes people's life better. I too can get coffee and go to the bathroom whenever I want. I'm thankful for that. 

But, its still work. And, because my job makes peoples lives better, and makes me feel good about myself, nothing is ever enough. Sometimes, not having your work be your passion is a very good thing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a job that is emotionally, intellectually, creatively, and spiritually fulfilling. I get to do what I&#8217;m good at, and it makes people&#8217;s life better. I too can get coffee and go to the bathroom whenever I want. I&#8217;m thankful for that. </p>
<p>But, its still work. And, because my job makes peoples lives better, and makes me feel good about myself, nothing is ever enough. Sometimes, not having your work be your passion is a very good thing!</p>
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