The Motor City, Motown, D-town, Rock City, The D, The Arsenal of Democracy

Detroit! Could it really be Detroit?

There lies the possibility (the most likely for now, anyway). At the end of the month, Misty will begin a project lasting through at least mid-January with the design firm in Detroit. She’s up for their director of UX position. In fact, they called her back six months after they’d stopped talking because they weren’t ready to hire yet. Apparently, they’re still not. They’ll likely hire her the first of the year. No one wants to hire in Q4. That’s all assuming she likes them, we like Detroit enough, they like her (I’m not worried about that — she’ll wow! them the first day) and she doesn’t get a better offer from another firm or the Digital Service elsewhere. She’s still interviewing. 

In the meantime, she’s been writing some really great pieces over at her new blog. Her pieces certainly get more traffic and attention (especially on LinkedIn) than any of my business-related posts have. I’ve always encouraged her to write and get her voice out there. I hope she continues. She has a lot to add to design discourse.

Of course, I’m told the same thing by people, but what am I supposed to write about? I write what I believe is safe on an interpersonal level to say. I self-censor myself here and in my regular journal, always with the expectation that someone will read it. A basic rule of rhetoric and composition is that if you’ve written it down, you may as well consider the world as having read it. Freedom from criticism or backlash from whatever is on that piece of paper is to not have written it down in the first place — or burning it. A therapist once suggested that to me. I wondered why I’d waste the writing by burning it.

I’m not a novelist. I don’t see a great fiction work in me. Things can be fudged or encrypted but, for the most part, what I write tries to remain in reality. I wish I could break out of the cultural criticism, politics and navel-gazing and rants and communicate something through characters but the only characters in my stories are those I’ve known in life. (Henceforth, they will generally remain anonymous, but some name can be teased out in earlier entries.)

Getting back to Detroit: I’m highly interested in it. Excited, even. I never thought I’d live there (and that’s still not a certainty, but damn close). I witnessed Austin grow up and the downtown revitalize (I was there before it revitalized, when there were warehouses in the Warehouse District), and maybe I can be a part of Detroit’s rise. The two histories I’ve read on the city have ended on rather sanguine notes but they also note the efforts of some people to revitalize downtown neighborhoods. It would be nice to get involved in a community again. Preferably, not the Austin hipster community.

I would hope that my employer will let me carry out my duties remotely. I’m rarely in the office as it is (and rarely need to be there those times unless there’s a package or important piece of mail for me). They may not, but I think I’ve shown how hard I work and my dedication to the firm and that it wouldn’t decrease whether I’m half an hour from the nearest office or 22. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll stay on and help them hire the next person for my position and head to Detroit when I find a job there.

It’s time for an adventure.

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