Gerrrrrrrrmany
So I'm stuck at my dad's house in Germany. and what do I do when I'm cooped up in a country where I don't speak the language with a father I don't really know?
I get on the internet of course.
It occured to be I haven't been on this thing with regularity for probably a year now. So I thought I'd pop back in. Why not eh?
I guess it will be your typical lj entry- a bit wistfil, a bit self indulgent, a bit emo-refic. Such is the life..
This livejournal is a strange experience. Its all kinda fun and always random and often sad to see who comes and goes from the highways and byways of posting and commenting. When I first got on of course it was mostly new comers- finding people I already knew who happened to be on lj too, and the decent numbers of people signing up like me for the first time.
But lately (or not so lately, for a while now, as the case may be) its seems most people are taking the exit ramps. Thats probably one of the reasons I let my production slide- trying to following the herd as usual.
Because I think lj at heart is a communications tool, and much like a fax machine in the 80's or a pager in the mid to late ninties, it's only useful if a critical mass number of your friends has one as well. Otherwise, you've just submitting messages into the inky black void- and thats what pen and flesh and paper journals are for.
So I guess it was the dwindling numbers that led me away from lj, left mentally in the pile with my old nokia brick phone- "I really should get around to recycling that, or something, one of these days". (I know you all have been anxiously waiting with labored breath, to finally hear this decreased lj use confession).
But that's only half the story. The other half of the explanition rests, as it so often does, with a girl. We used lj, on a completely unspoken level -which always amazed and slightly amused me- to communicate. It was just another avenue to keep in touch about the mondane and major, the if's and when's, along with our phone calls and facebook. It had an interesting place in the hirarchy- on the one hand everyone else was usually freely invited to keep up as well, but it was also somehow often the most personal. You could draft and word the world you wanted to convey just right.
Anyway, when that ended, I think the withdraw from lj was inevitable. It almost seemed wrong to post for a while. And then past the mourning, when there was no longer a special someone to communicate to, and not near as many semi-special someones left actively on the friends list, its place in the recycle heap seemed complete.
But hey, now I feel like communicating again apparently- a ping to the outside world.
Maybe next session I'll share my thoughts on growing up a bastard child...
but not likely (I know, sorry, you had your fingers crossed), because soon I should have some company. The kind I used to communicate on here with...
Its a bit of a crazy world out there- and I guess this entry is just trying to do its part
I get on the internet of course.
It occured to be I haven't been on this thing with regularity for probably a year now. So I thought I'd pop back in. Why not eh?
I guess it will be your typical lj entry- a bit wistfil, a bit self indulgent, a bit emo-refic. Such is the life..
This livejournal is a strange experience. Its all kinda fun and always random and often sad to see who comes and goes from the highways and byways of posting and commenting. When I first got on of course it was mostly new comers- finding people I already knew who happened to be on lj too, and the decent numbers of people signing up like me for the first time.
But lately (or not so lately, for a while now, as the case may be) its seems most people are taking the exit ramps. Thats probably one of the reasons I let my production slide- trying to following the herd as usual.
Because I think lj at heart is a communications tool, and much like a fax machine in the 80's or a pager in the mid to late ninties, it's only useful if a critical mass number of your friends has one as well. Otherwise, you've just submitting messages into the inky black void- and thats what pen and flesh and paper journals are for.
So I guess it was the dwindling numbers that led me away from lj, left mentally in the pile with my old nokia brick phone- "I really should get around to recycling that, or something, one of these days". (I know you all have been anxiously waiting with labored breath, to finally hear this decreased lj use confession).
But that's only half the story. The other half of the explanition rests, as it so often does, with a girl. We used lj, on a completely unspoken level -which always amazed and slightly amused me- to communicate. It was just another avenue to keep in touch about the mondane and major, the if's and when's, along with our phone calls and facebook. It had an interesting place in the hirarchy- on the one hand everyone else was usually freely invited to keep up as well, but it was also somehow often the most personal. You could draft and word the world you wanted to convey just right.
Anyway, when that ended, I think the withdraw from lj was inevitable. It almost seemed wrong to post for a while. And then past the mourning, when there was no longer a special someone to communicate to, and not near as many semi-special someones left actively on the friends list, its place in the recycle heap seemed complete.
But hey, now I feel like communicating again apparently- a ping to the outside world.
Maybe next session I'll share my thoughts on growing up a bastard child...
but not likely (I know, sorry, you had your fingers crossed), because soon I should have some company. The kind I used to communicate on here with...
Its a bit of a crazy world out there- and I guess this entry is just trying to do its part