On Map People and Weather People
(In which our hero embarks on this rather silly and, in all likelihood self-indulgent endeavor.)
So, I imagine I ought to start all of this off with some kind of proclamation, or mission statement, or at least some manner of introduction, at the very lest. But, of course, finally having given myself a forum, I find myself uncharacteristically, embarrassingly at a loss for words.
So, in the short version, I'm doing this for no clear reason, some combination of a whim and a deep-seated desire to duck working on my dissertation (hereafter "The Big D"). I've kept a paper journal (would that constitute a "dead" one?) for some time, but now my narcissism is no longer satisfied with the mere Bartlesby-esque recording of my daily activities, and a seek a more exhibitionistic format for the reiteration of my life’s minutia. So, I’ll give this a shot. Let me know what you think.
On diaries and diarists in general, I would encourage everyone here (or everyone anywhere, for that matter) to spend a little time digging though old ones in an archive somewhere. I’ll grant that is exactly the kind of request dorky history teachers proffer to classrooms full of rolling eyes, but still, it grants an interesting vantage on this whole self-disclosure process. I will never understand the universal obsession in most diaries about weather, though.
One of my father’s mother’s great pieces of Kansas wisdom was: “There are map people, and there are weather people, and the map people are much more interesting.”
I’ll leave you to chew on that for now.
So, I imagine I ought to start all of this off with some kind of proclamation, or mission statement, or at least some manner of introduction, at the very lest. But, of course, finally having given myself a forum, I find myself uncharacteristically, embarrassingly at a loss for words.
So, in the short version, I'm doing this for no clear reason, some combination of a whim and a deep-seated desire to duck working on my dissertation (hereafter "The Big D"). I've kept a paper journal (would that constitute a "dead" one?) for some time, but now my narcissism is no longer satisfied with the mere Bartlesby-esque recording of my daily activities, and a seek a more exhibitionistic format for the reiteration of my life’s minutia. So, I’ll give this a shot. Let me know what you think.
On diaries and diarists in general, I would encourage everyone here (or everyone anywhere, for that matter) to spend a little time digging though old ones in an archive somewhere. I’ll grant that is exactly the kind of request dorky history teachers proffer to classrooms full of rolling eyes, but still, it grants an interesting vantage on this whole self-disclosure process. I will never understand the universal obsession in most diaries about weather, though.
One of my father’s mother’s great pieces of Kansas wisdom was: “There are map people, and there are weather people, and the map people are much more interesting.”
I’ll leave you to chew on that for now.