Twitter.............................(-pated).
I consistently have a small amount of information to report at a time but seldom feel like sitting down and writing a full entry. For this reason, I am considering getting a Twitter account, but... to be honest, it looks kind of boring. I think it's the kind of thing where you'd have to have a decent amount of people who are interested in your updates and mini bouts of self-indulgence or time-wastery. Otherwise, you're just using what's essentially the status updater feature on Facebook and nothing else, which seems like many steps in the wrong direction. I know NPR is on Twitter and have considered joining for that reason alone in the past: it seems like a great way to respond to hosts and guests while listening if you don't want to call in... I know that some comedians and bands have a twitter, but I'm already friends with the ones I care about on all my other bullshit social networking blogmatic look at me websites. Anyone here actually have one? What are the perks?
This probably stems from some belief I have that whether I'm depressed or elated, ranting or celebrating, my LiveJournal entries should always be, to some extent I find acceptable, thoughtful in their writing. Not necessarily well-written, but something I put effort towards capturing accurately. Bill told me that Joe, his coworker and our mutual friend, was saying some pretty nice things about me in the field the other day; about how he thinks I'm perceptive and intelligent, and that I've surprised him with the accuracy of seemingly snap judgments I had made about others early on in our friendship (haha, like 6 weeks ago). I wanted to write about that because it made me feel good, but not without painting a picture on here of who Joe was, what I think of him, where he's from, or the fact that he plays the banjo. I wanted to talk about how weird it felt, meeting him, since some of his facial features were stunningly similar to my ex and friend, Kevin, and how half of the rest of him resembled Paul Newman, but how the resemblances to those two people only came out to me with certain expressions. I wanted to contrast his subtle, slow burn sense of humour with Bill's in-your-face jokes about dead babies and describe why I think they get along so well. I wanted to show some of his photography from around here and from his previous job in Alaska, how he's my favourite of all Bill's coworkers to date, and how I'm already anticipating missing him when we part ways in the summer.
I know I just described all of that now in order to make my point, but (A) it's a choppy torrent of information that I don't find fitting, and (B) I didn't feel like writing any of it back then so the compliment and why it was meaningful to me just never got recorded... just like the fact that my acupuncturist tried cupping on me during my last visit and the circular bruises are still on my back didn't get recorded... or how my budding online friendship with a very, very cool girl who is transgendered and one of the highlights of every other day doesn't get recorded... or the fact that I baked my very first pie, blackberry, from absolute scratch, something I was really fucking proud of, the other day... or the fact my friend (and not ex) Kevin is visiting next weekend and sent me a suggestive postcard about it... or that thoughts about memetics or Saul William's song "Black Stacey" never seem to leave my head anymore....
The list continues. I know this may read like a rant, or that's how it feels to me anyway. It shouldn't. It's not like anything's being ruined for me, or that my good days are slipping by while I helplessly give up dreams of recording the details. It's all my laziness. I just feel, though, that phone calls + email + texting + LiveJournal + Last.fm + MySpace + Facebook already equals far too much self reporting (though, granted, it's not as though I use them all "adequately"). I feel like I'm overdoing it by having two instant messaging programmes on my computer, even though I never use one and am seldom on the other anymore.
I feel that maybe Twitter will/would be a catalyst. I'd either join it and soon after, my hand-written journaling will become far more serious, or my hand-written journaling will be my decision to skip joining it.
Part of all of this may be that my family in Trinidad has been far more net-present lately. They've all added me on facebook. They're all up in my shi' and I'm looking elsewhere.
Gah.
I'm going for my walk.
This probably stems from some belief I have that whether I'm depressed or elated, ranting or celebrating, my LiveJournal entries should always be, to some extent I find acceptable, thoughtful in their writing. Not necessarily well-written, but something I put effort towards capturing accurately. Bill told me that Joe, his coworker and our mutual friend, was saying some pretty nice things about me in the field the other day; about how he thinks I'm perceptive and intelligent, and that I've surprised him with the accuracy of seemingly snap judgments I had made about others early on in our friendship (haha, like 6 weeks ago). I wanted to write about that because it made me feel good, but not without painting a picture on here of who Joe was, what I think of him, where he's from, or the fact that he plays the banjo. I wanted to talk about how weird it felt, meeting him, since some of his facial features were stunningly similar to my ex and friend, Kevin, and how half of the rest of him resembled Paul Newman, but how the resemblances to those two people only came out to me with certain expressions. I wanted to contrast his subtle, slow burn sense of humour with Bill's in-your-face jokes about dead babies and describe why I think they get along so well. I wanted to show some of his photography from around here and from his previous job in Alaska, how he's my favourite of all Bill's coworkers to date, and how I'm already anticipating missing him when we part ways in the summer.
I know I just described all of that now in order to make my point, but (A) it's a choppy torrent of information that I don't find fitting, and (B) I didn't feel like writing any of it back then so the compliment and why it was meaningful to me just never got recorded... just like the fact that my acupuncturist tried cupping on me during my last visit and the circular bruises are still on my back didn't get recorded... or how my budding online friendship with a very, very cool girl who is transgendered and one of the highlights of every other day doesn't get recorded... or the fact that I baked my very first pie, blackberry, from absolute scratch, something I was really fucking proud of, the other day... or the fact my friend (and not ex) Kevin is visiting next weekend and sent me a suggestive postcard about it... or that thoughts about memetics or Saul William's song "Black Stacey" never seem to leave my head anymore....
The list continues. I know this may read like a rant, or that's how it feels to me anyway. It shouldn't. It's not like anything's being ruined for me, or that my good days are slipping by while I helplessly give up dreams of recording the details. It's all my laziness. I just feel, though, that phone calls + email + texting + LiveJournal + Last.fm + MySpace + Facebook already equals far too much self reporting (though, granted, it's not as though I use them all "adequately"). I feel like I'm overdoing it by having two instant messaging programmes on my computer, even though I never use one and am seldom on the other anymore.
I feel that maybe Twitter will/would be a catalyst. I'd either join it and soon after, my hand-written journaling will become far more serious, or my hand-written journaling will be my decision to skip joining it.
Part of all of this may be that my family in Trinidad has been far more net-present lately. They've all added me on facebook. They're all up in my shi' and I'm looking elsewhere.
Gah.
I'm going for my walk.