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It’s clear to me from this 2005 collection of LJ first-lines (mostly unrepresentative of the year-in-my-life) that I have pretty no consistent concept of what my Livejournal is actually for…is it public or private? A tool for reflection or a place to paste funny things I see, no commentary, for others to enjoy? A place to write anything I want, I guess (though I don’t) and see what’s going on in other people’s lives (though my journal doesn’t shed much light on my own life) and elicit commentary on questions I have (though it’s impossible to predict which entries will receive comments.) What a weird thing. Three cheers for LJ, near the end of another mad, unpredictable, mundane calendar year.
FEB: This year my inbox has been contaminated with an explosion of porn and erection enhancement emails.
MAR: never give all the heart, for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seems certain-
APRIL: So sex is exciting.
SEPTEMBER: In the divided Bosnian City of Mostar they are erecting a statue of Bruce Lee, facing North (not east toward the bosniacs or west toward the croats, which might offend), in a defensive Judo posture.
OCTOBER: In two of the word's many informal uses: 1) It "rocks," as in "is very good, fun, informative, etc"; and 2) I am "getting rocked" by CELTA, in the Holy-shit-my-brain-aches-and-by-extension-my-eyes sense.
NOVEMBER: Somebody I know from CELTA wants opinions as to what genre best describes an album he's made with a friend.
DECEMBER: Today at the post office I saw Will Rhoades.
What a weird thing. Three cheers for LJ, near the end of another mad, unpredictable, mundane and beautiful calendar year.
FEB: This year my inbox has been contaminated with an explosion of porn and erection enhancement emails.
MAR: never give all the heart, for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seems certain-
APRIL: So sex is exciting.
SEPTEMBER: In the divided Bosnian City of Mostar they are erecting a statue of Bruce Lee, facing North (not east toward the bosniacs or west toward the croats, which might offend), in a defensive Judo posture.
OCTOBER: In two of the word's many informal uses: 1) It "rocks," as in "is very good, fun, informative, etc"; and 2) I am "getting rocked" by CELTA, in the Holy-shit-my-brain-aches-and-by-extension-my-eyes sense.
NOVEMBER: Somebody I know from CELTA wants opinions as to what genre best describes an album he's made with a friend.
DECEMBER: Today at the post office I saw Will Rhoades.
What a weird thing. Three cheers for LJ, near the end of another mad, unpredictable, mundane and beautiful calendar year.