Thoughts and stuff
Yeow, that was some hot cabbage! It's not every meal that ends with a nose bleed.
There is a bottleneck of things I have wanted to write about here, in what has become my least public of public displays of self. Strange it should be the *least* public, because unlike my dealings on the other platforms, it is actually accessible without restriction. In their best forms, my posting habits on Twitter or Facebook are like miniature versions of this journal. A little hoot of joy or exasperation, a spike that wants to verbalize what is inspiring or occupying me. "Oooh that tastes good. Mmm, needed that. Can't wait to x-y-z. Wish that hadn't happened. I wonder if... "
I like the freedom of posting more impulsively, and less thoroughly. It's perfect for the part of my brain that revels in the moment.
For me this self-broadcasting thing has always been partially guided by the knowledge of who is reading. I have a paper journal, for my eyes only. I created my pokey LJ to keep up with a few friends (Jen, MK, Robin, Danya, and later Nikki, Erin, and Bruce). The science experiment has shown that I do a more thorough job of writing with fewer people watching. My recent blasts elsewhere have gotten more cryptic and surfacey, my thoughts boiled down to a single line or three of pithy rhetoric, often enjoying that 3rd person perspective because naturally it makes everything I do sound more interesting. That's the way they are set up, and it's the way I am glad to use them. So those platforms are about hearing my more clever self talk, rather than journaling. In Twitterland, I walk through the world to a hand-picked soundtrack, and my every thought is narrated by my own voice. But I'd like to spend a little more quality time here, lest I forget how.
There is a bottleneck of things I have wanted to write about here, in what has become my least public of public displays of self. Strange it should be the *least* public, because unlike my dealings on the other platforms, it is actually accessible without restriction. In their best forms, my posting habits on Twitter or Facebook are like miniature versions of this journal. A little hoot of joy or exasperation, a spike that wants to verbalize what is inspiring or occupying me. "Oooh that tastes good. Mmm, needed that. Can't wait to x-y-z. Wish that hadn't happened. I wonder if... "
I like the freedom of posting more impulsively, and less thoroughly. It's perfect for the part of my brain that revels in the moment.
For me this self-broadcasting thing has always been partially guided by the knowledge of who is reading. I have a paper journal, for my eyes only. I created my pokey LJ to keep up with a few friends (Jen, MK, Robin, Danya, and later Nikki, Erin, and Bruce). The science experiment has shown that I do a more thorough job of writing with fewer people watching. My recent blasts elsewhere have gotten more cryptic and surfacey, my thoughts boiled down to a single line or three of pithy rhetoric, often enjoying that 3rd person perspective because naturally it makes everything I do sound more interesting. That's the way they are set up, and it's the way I am glad to use them. So those platforms are about hearing my more clever self talk, rather than journaling. In Twitterland, I walk through the world to a hand-picked soundtrack, and my every thought is narrated by my own voice. But I'd like to spend a little more quality time here, lest I forget how.