Ah, progress.
I miss writing. I also miss the time I once had to myself to (quietly) think, muse, compose, and log.
I am here because I got a notification that I had been signed up for 25 years. That's... insane?, I thought to myself. No, no. It's only been TWENTY years. The blog is ... as old as I was in college.
How I miss some of those days. Those interactions. The feeling of lightness and lesser obligation to the world, to myself, to my parents, to my progeny.
My girlfriend has eventually become my wife, and we have children now. Shocker. It's beautiful, but I can see why so many fantasize that life without is better. Somehow more fulfilling. I can guarantee you that it isn't.
There is only really one game we can play as humans - finite temporal existences.... How do you win when you are guaranteed to die? Well... there are two games you can play that can push your influence beyond that boundary: 1) genes, 2) memes.
SO. Here I am writing a little ditty again. Surely and certainly missing the time when it was all I had and everything I was was pushed into the words bubbling up into the outermost sphere of the internal world. LJ is here, to receive. The AI girlfriend/wife of the past, always willing and ready to produce my children and parade them in front of all. This... this system may not survive infinitely, but the words, the ideas, the self that is presented here... perhaps that will survive somehow. Archived, and retrieved when the world is a little less insane.
And, as to the game of genes, I've gotten started there too. Hopefully not yet finished. Love and blessings to all who find this, and experience my life through my thoughts.