3.3.99
{On an entirely personal note....*gloat*}
Here's the plan. I have been criticized in the past by persons who shall remain anonymous for speaking of opinions and my own worldly views rather than the blood and guts of my life. I can see his point. Most online journals are less concerned with the lives of others, and concentrate on their masters. My journal, on the other hand, concentrates primarily on the lives of others, and only occasionally on my own banal existence when I feel fit to do so.
The reason for this, I think is because I lack that certain exhibitionist gene that other journalists have. My life is my own, and for the most part it is not open for public scrutiny. I don't feel a need or desire to write about the daily arguments and discourse that RR and I have, neither do I feel necessity nor obligation to do so. Work just sucks, so there's no reason to dwell on that...what is left? That's right. The world.
However, there are a few things that I have wanted to write about in the course of this thing. Since the lifespan of an online journal is safely placed at roughly a year (yeah, I know there are some lifers out there who have been writing for far longer) I figure that I don't have much more time left before I "meet my maker." (giggle)
I've just returned from a trip looking at Lohengryn's "secret" URL where he records the sexiest of his adventures, and I am intrigued by that idea. I publish a "hidden" journal that is known only to the closest of friends, and leave this thing here for my worldly discussions and shit. In the past 34 years that I have been breathing, I have made some realization of my limitations, and know that I lack the inherent discipline to do that.
Then again, a very broad audience doesn't read this thing. I look at the numbers of hits and where they come from, so why shouldn't I just lay it all out on the line? Most of the people who read these words are already people who I would call friend, with an occasional drifter from a link on someone's page. Occasionally, a hit from one of the indices that I am registered with, but the total daily hit count is still hovering around 20 or so.
I'm not complaining, though. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that there are that many folks that would like to read what I have to say. It's flattering. I don't go out of my way to publicize this thing, nor do I think I want the "clickable celebrity" status that some fellow journalists have had. I enjoy writing this thing for the sake of writing it. I also enjoy hearing others differing views. It's the stuff that intelligent discussion is made of.
Well, I have gone on for quite a while, and said remarkably little. In fact, I have forgotten what it was that I started out to tell you about. Think I'll stop while I'm ahead.
Here's the plan. I have been criticized in the past by persons who shall remain anonymous for speaking of opinions and my own worldly views rather than the blood and guts of my life. I can see his point. Most online journals are less concerned with the lives of others, and concentrate on their masters. My journal, on the other hand, concentrates primarily on the lives of others, and only occasionally on my own banal existence when I feel fit to do so.
The reason for this, I think is because I lack that certain exhibitionist gene that other journalists have. My life is my own, and for the most part it is not open for public scrutiny. I don't feel a need or desire to write about the daily arguments and discourse that RR and I have, neither do I feel necessity nor obligation to do so. Work just sucks, so there's no reason to dwell on that...what is left? That's right. The world.
However, there are a few things that I have wanted to write about in the course of this thing. Since the lifespan of an online journal is safely placed at roughly a year (yeah, I know there are some lifers out there who have been writing for far longer) I figure that I don't have much more time left before I "meet my maker." (giggle)
I've just returned from a trip looking at Lohengryn's "secret" URL where he records the sexiest of his adventures, and I am intrigued by that idea. I publish a "hidden" journal that is known only to the closest of friends, and leave this thing here for my worldly discussions and shit. In the past 34 years that I have been breathing, I have made some realization of my limitations, and know that I lack the inherent discipline to do that.
Then again, a very broad audience doesn't read this thing. I look at the numbers of hits and where they come from, so why shouldn't I just lay it all out on the line? Most of the people who read these words are already people who I would call friend, with an occasional drifter from a link on someone's page. Occasionally, a hit from one of the indices that I am registered with, but the total daily hit count is still hovering around 20 or so.
I'm not complaining, though. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that there are that many folks that would like to read what I have to say. It's flattering. I don't go out of my way to publicize this thing, nor do I think I want the "clickable celebrity" status that some fellow journalists have had. I enjoy writing this thing for the sake of writing it. I also enjoy hearing others differing views. It's the stuff that intelligent discussion is made of.
Well, I have gone on for quite a while, and said remarkably little. In fact, I have forgotten what it was that I started out to tell you about. Think I'll stop while I'm ahead.
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