losing my virginity
Jan. 10th, 2005 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chelidonLJ, that is. And much like many folks' first-time experiences, I'm not entirely sure I want to do this right now, and it's more than a bit awkward.
I've had this account, unused, since 2002, and never posted a blessed thing other than comments on friend's LJs (and even that only recently). Some of the origin of the persistently pristine state of my LJ has to do with my personal ambivalence about public journals, and the fact that I'm a fairly private person by nature. The 'net is a wide open book, and the space between things I might want to tell my friends, and things I want the whole entire world to see is rather large. And I'm a writer, I make pretty much my entire living by writing and editing, and I get paid, among other things, to blog, so do I really want to do more of that in my free time? And I also know very well that one of the most clever ways my brain procastinates and avoids the writing I get paid to do is by tempting me to write more of the stuff I don't get paid for. I become very prolific when I'm on deadline...just not about the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Seems that writing *something* fools superego into not being so self-critical about puting off the "real" work. So another writing-related distraction I probably do not need. And my life is perpetually over-committed with tasks, obligations and avocations, so how on earth does it make sense to add one more?
Yet, still, however, but. I'm an email packrat, and I've got megabytes of archives of all my outgoing email going back at least ten years or so. For whatever reason, I've never been able to keep an actual regular journal or diary, and I've often wished that I had. The closest thing to it that I've got is my email archives, and I do like being able to go back to a particular time and circumstance and read what I was writing to my close friends, remember what was going on in my life, rediscover old insights, pains, joys and sorrows. I've found some real gems in there, too, that I've used in further writing, and some lessons, bits of wisdom that I'd forgotten I learned. This may serve some of the same purpose for me.
So here goes. I'll be posting things here occasionally, a slice-of-life, or maybe an older post that I enjoyed writing or think I might want to recycle. This is primarily for me, but if anyone else finds some kind of value, or prurient interest in anything I rant and rave about, so be it. It's yer brain, you have a right to fill it with whatever weird trivia, rambling claptrap or dubious musings you so choose. In a world of utter and complete information overload, what's one more source of noise among the din?
Okay, I'm not giddy or transported by bliss or anything, but that didn't make me as sore as I thought it might.
I've had this account, unused, since 2002, and never posted a blessed thing other than comments on friend's LJs (and even that only recently). Some of the origin of the persistently pristine state of my LJ has to do with my personal ambivalence about public journals, and the fact that I'm a fairly private person by nature. The 'net is a wide open book, and the space between things I might want to tell my friends, and things I want the whole entire world to see is rather large. And I'm a writer, I make pretty much my entire living by writing and editing, and I get paid, among other things, to blog, so do I really want to do more of that in my free time? And I also know very well that one of the most clever ways my brain procastinates and avoids the writing I get paid to do is by tempting me to write more of the stuff I don't get paid for. I become very prolific when I'm on deadline...just not about the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Seems that writing *something* fools superego into not being so self-critical about puting off the "real" work. So another writing-related distraction I probably do not need. And my life is perpetually over-committed with tasks, obligations and avocations, so how on earth does it make sense to add one more?
Yet, still, however, but. I'm an email packrat, and I've got megabytes of archives of all my outgoing email going back at least ten years or so. For whatever reason, I've never been able to keep an actual regular journal or diary, and I've often wished that I had. The closest thing to it that I've got is my email archives, and I do like being able to go back to a particular time and circumstance and read what I was writing to my close friends, remember what was going on in my life, rediscover old insights, pains, joys and sorrows. I've found some real gems in there, too, that I've used in further writing, and some lessons, bits of wisdom that I'd forgotten I learned. This may serve some of the same purpose for me.
So here goes. I'll be posting things here occasionally, a slice-of-life, or maybe an older post that I enjoyed writing or think I might want to recycle. This is primarily for me, but if anyone else finds some kind of value, or prurient interest in anything I rant and rave about, so be it. It's yer brain, you have a right to fill it with whatever weird trivia, rambling claptrap or dubious musings you so choose. In a world of utter and complete information overload, what's one more source of noise among the din?
Okay, I'm not giddy or transported by bliss or anything, but that didn't make me as sore as I thought it might.
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Date: 2005-01-10 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-10 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-10 06:32 pm (UTC)In lieu: lunch.
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Date: 2005-01-10 07:38 pm (UTC)And well, yes, lunch would be in Lleu, once he ate it, no?
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Date: 2005-01-10 07:43 pm (UTC)One would hope. Caveat a bad lunch.
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Date: 2005-01-10 08:40 pm (UTC)Pot. Kettle. Black. *grin*
And if caveat a bad lunch, you might just hear the sound of a Calleach.
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"It was the salmon mousse.'
--Monty Python, "Meaning Of Life"
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Date: 2005-01-12 02:18 am (UTC)