pocket rockets busted by an inside straight draw caught on the river
my paper journal has been exploding with material, but it seems that i'm never in front of this terminal long enough to record my life for public consumption. i've been curious about what blog writing is, exactly. the lj post is a queer sort of mix of a letter to a friend and a journal entry. written language exists for the sake of porting the contents of our head into the heads of others, but while the letter is an effort to communicate concepts to another mind, journal writing has no audience but the author. my writing that is without an intended audience helps hone my ability to take note of life as i'm living it, and has great utility to someone with as fautly a memory as my own. recording and clarifying my thoughts or reflections on events after the fact for personal posterity is a wonderful habit. i have to think that the pages of notes on theory or relationships or the events of a memorable day are only interesting to myself... but then i forget about this venue. i'm still trying to understand what exactly a blog is supposed to be used for, any ideas?