BACK
I'm back! At least for tonight. Of course I spend a couple months alone and lo and behold LiveJournal has drastically changed their look. I'm surprised I was able to login at all. Everything is so blue and aqua looking.
I don't have a compelling story about where I've been or what I've been thinking and why it hasn't been showing up here. Tonight, however, I'm wondering if I'm finally becoming wary of what I actually post on the internet. I don't mean LiveJournal, but the cross-posting to Facebook. Of course without the Facebook link there's like a possibility of maybe 5 people reading my nonsense, but the FB factor means more exposure.
I've never cared about exposure before. At times in the past I've used and created filters here purely based on actual knowledge of specific individuals whom I know were reading and wanted to make sure they didn't see what I had to say. Other than that I never cared. I never actively advertised this aspect of me on the internet, but I did nothing to hide it either. Family and friend alike could be combing through this thing and probably looking at me like they never want to associate with me again EVER.
I'm actually fine with that, if it's the case. In person, I may not act or behave or speak as openly as I do here. That doesn't mean I won't deny it either. If you feel uncomfortable or aren't interested you're not even listening now anyway. I think for now I'm trying to feel comfortable linking a journal that started close to 15 years ago to Facebook, and the fallout that might occur from that.
Something to accompany that thought is the fact that I deleted the vast majority of anyone on FB that was a friend, but never a "friend." Common upbringing based on Harvard is no longer a basis for friendship. Those folks are long gone now and anyone left (you!) hold a permanent place in my heart and a front row seat for the drama of my life.
With that bit of business out of the way... I thought I might reminisce for a while, if I can do so. We're getting to the point in our lives, I feel, where our generation stands out significantly. Not only that, but on a more personal level maybe as a distraction to the seriousness of my previous thoughts, maybe there's some comedy that I can bring to this otherwise drab display.
Hayes Street. Harvard Illinois. I remember when I was a kid there was this house up the street a ways that housed a family that had a, for lack of a better term, special kid. I'll be honest, I'm not sure where we're at on that from a politically correct standpoint... But anyway, he had a fascination with lawn mowers. Mowing the lawn in that neighborhood and having him show up to watch was a thing. If I remember correctly, he tried to steal more than one lawn mower during that time also. "Steal" of course, being a harsh term. He probably just wanted to take it for a test drive. Just imagine the satisfaction one could possibly feel of a gas-powered machine chopping grass into fine chunks. I suppose that was the appeal our neighbor felt every time the pull of a cord brought a lawnmower to life.
Anyone remember when Harvard's finest removed a marijuana plant from the Kirkland greenhouse behind our house? Probably not. We kept a low profile. Of course if you live in Colorado now you'd wonder what the big deal is.
I don't have a compelling story about where I've been or what I've been thinking and why it hasn't been showing up here. Tonight, however, I'm wondering if I'm finally becoming wary of what I actually post on the internet. I don't mean LiveJournal, but the cross-posting to Facebook. Of course without the Facebook link there's like a possibility of maybe 5 people reading my nonsense, but the FB factor means more exposure.
I've never cared about exposure before. At times in the past I've used and created filters here purely based on actual knowledge of specific individuals whom I know were reading and wanted to make sure they didn't see what I had to say. Other than that I never cared. I never actively advertised this aspect of me on the internet, but I did nothing to hide it either. Family and friend alike could be combing through this thing and probably looking at me like they never want to associate with me again EVER.
I'm actually fine with that, if it's the case. In person, I may not act or behave or speak as openly as I do here. That doesn't mean I won't deny it either. If you feel uncomfortable or aren't interested you're not even listening now anyway. I think for now I'm trying to feel comfortable linking a journal that started close to 15 years ago to Facebook, and the fallout that might occur from that.
Something to accompany that thought is the fact that I deleted the vast majority of anyone on FB that was a friend, but never a "friend." Common upbringing based on Harvard is no longer a basis for friendship. Those folks are long gone now and anyone left (you!) hold a permanent place in my heart and a front row seat for the drama of my life.
With that bit of business out of the way... I thought I might reminisce for a while, if I can do so. We're getting to the point in our lives, I feel, where our generation stands out significantly. Not only that, but on a more personal level maybe as a distraction to the seriousness of my previous thoughts, maybe there's some comedy that I can bring to this otherwise drab display.
Hayes Street. Harvard Illinois. I remember when I was a kid there was this house up the street a ways that housed a family that had a, for lack of a better term, special kid. I'll be honest, I'm not sure where we're at on that from a politically correct standpoint... But anyway, he had a fascination with lawn mowers. Mowing the lawn in that neighborhood and having him show up to watch was a thing. If I remember correctly, he tried to steal more than one lawn mower during that time also. "Steal" of course, being a harsh term. He probably just wanted to take it for a test drive. Just imagine the satisfaction one could possibly feel of a gas-powered machine chopping grass into fine chunks. I suppose that was the appeal our neighbor felt every time the pull of a cord brought a lawnmower to life.
Anyone remember when Harvard's finest removed a marijuana plant from the Kirkland greenhouse behind our house? Probably not. We kept a low profile. Of course if you live in Colorado now you'd wonder what the big deal is.