Timetravel
I'm reading my circa-2009 posts and wondering at them. Some of them are rather poetic in word and phrase and I seemed to find so much more in my everyday life to write about. I suppose there were more people on here writing snippets of their lives down then. I still do have people on here whose journals I read but it is less essay-like life snippets and more daily processing. I wonder where all the other LJ holdouts are hiding. I tell people I still have an LJ and they are all rather surprised. Looking at all the icons under the youtube video the other day, trying to figure out what sites wanted us to share it on them. "LinkedIn (Who shares videos on LinkedIn?), LJ (That still exists?!)"
Today I sat by a river and watched youtube math videos. I poked around with a stick and found sparkly rocks. I went to a friends house and drank bourbon milkshakes and watched videos about robots. I danced up the path to their house, leaping and tour-jeté-ing. Last night I walked in the rain, looking at the lake and the glow from people's windows. Many months ago I saw the hallways and dermestid beetles of the Field Museum members' night behind-the-scenes.
I still do similar things to 2009-me. Perhaps I should note them down more here (or in paper journals. I kept paper journals every day in 2009.)
This icon is my glowing icon. I haven't had that glowing, amber-trapped feeling in this journal in a while. I'd like to bring it back.
Today I sat by a river and watched youtube math videos. I poked around with a stick and found sparkly rocks. I went to a friends house and drank bourbon milkshakes and watched videos about robots. I danced up the path to their house, leaping and tour-jeté-ing. Last night I walked in the rain, looking at the lake and the glow from people's windows. Many months ago I saw the hallways and dermestid beetles of the Field Museum members' night behind-the-scenes.
I still do similar things to 2009-me. Perhaps I should note them down more here (or in paper journals. I kept paper journals every day in 2009.)
This icon is my glowing icon. I haven't had that glowing, amber-trapped feeling in this journal in a while. I'd like to bring it back.