Spare time: a phrase from the depths of my memory
When I was younger, I had hobbies. I biked (for fun, not exercise). I danced. I made up plays that all starred my younger brother, Zev. But, around the time that I started thinking about college, which coincided with realizing I had to do "things" to get into college, the majority of my once sundry and myriad hobbies sort of trickled off somewhere. Maybe I'll find them some day along with my missing Easy Bake Oven.
So, nowadays, what I used to call hobbies are now known as "extra-curricular activities," and things I enjoy doing outside of work and school are called "wasting time." A tad negative, but when professors remind you every day of that inescapable real world awaiting all of us students, it's hard to remember that frolicking also has its merits.
When I'm not creating Web sites that stroke my ego, I'm often working on The SHPiEL, where everyone calls me "managing editor" or "the zohan," respectively.
I also work as an editorial intern for a local rag called Insite Magazine, where I edit and write about Gainesville bands, art, fashion and food. All the good stuff.