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Feb. 22nd, 2005 12:27 pmMy girlfriend glanced at this journal and informed me I sound insane in it lately.
I'm sane enough but I see her point. The links among what I'm saying/quoting in a post, why I'm doing it, and what anyone else could be expected to get out of reading it are at best vague to discern. It's mostly become me saying things to me, the I knows why.
Interesting to see how others' journals shift focus over time. Whatever reasons you have for starting something like this, you usually end up doing something unforeseen with it. I don't think, for example, that the most characteristic journal activities (posting results from gimmicky quizzes, seething at the government, ranking the year's concerts etc.) are quite what any of us had in mind when we fell in whatever amount of love with the dreamwide potential of this secret public space.
But it's not like there's less potential in painting, writing, miming, speaking. New modes don't often free new impulses. Every channel comes to disappoint.
Maybe if we forced it though. I beseech you, if you read this and have a journal: make your next entry uncharacteristic and unprecedented. The last thing those who know you would ever expect you to write, write it. Draw it, sing it. One free moment. What could it hurt?
I'm sane enough but I see her point. The links among what I'm saying/quoting in a post, why I'm doing it, and what anyone else could be expected to get out of reading it are at best vague to discern. It's mostly become me saying things to me, the I knows why.
Interesting to see how others' journals shift focus over time. Whatever reasons you have for starting something like this, you usually end up doing something unforeseen with it. I don't think, for example, that the most characteristic journal activities (posting results from gimmicky quizzes, seething at the government, ranking the year's concerts etc.) are quite what any of us had in mind when we fell in whatever amount of love with the dreamwide potential of this secret public space.
But it's not like there's less potential in painting, writing, miming, speaking. New modes don't often free new impulses. Every channel comes to disappoint.
Maybe if we forced it though. I beseech you, if you read this and have a journal: make your next entry uncharacteristic and unprecedented. The last thing those who know you would ever expect you to write, write it. Draw it, sing it. One free moment. What could it hurt?
