Vaarwel, Live Journal
Posterity is something that has grown to mean a lot to me recently. Hell, it probably meant a lot to me on April 29, 2005, when I first opened this journal. I discovered that I would never be the kind of prolific writer that any of my friends were, with the exception of some stretches of 2006 and 2009 in which Live journal turned into a fair communication tool.
If I could have my way, the next entry you would’ve seen in this journal would’ve been “Hello folks, can’t write at the moment, innocent_youth turned up and she’s everything I imagined her to be and more”. But that didn’t happen. She never did show up, our relationship actually progressed through 7 more months and a trip she didn’t even bother to disguise as not happening, and a rocky breakup. In many ways, she is the perfect type of “I love her/I hate her” dichotomy, as I don’t think I’ll ever forget the loving feelings I once held for this woman, which you all saw and can see if you look hard enough, burgeoning since even 2009. Innocent_Youth was the genesis for a Live Journal Renaissance in 09, just as Sky_Queen was the same for the best era of my Live Journal and life, 2006. But the fact that this ended the way it did makes it very difficult for me to even consider using my Live Journal anymore, just as it made some other tools difficult to use. Thankfully, there were more concrete reasons they were going bad, so those all were replaced. This Live journal, I’m sad to say, will not be.
As you read down through these pages, you will find a large amount of angst, happiness, and sometimes amusing writing. You will find the journey of a teenaged Nick growing up to be…well…something, you might decide what. You will find thinly veiled tales of love, overt geekery, and high quality audio, although some of those links might be broken. If you find one, please, fire a shot, and I will actually fix it, as I will still be reading comments in my email. You will find something that remains here, because I can honestly take pride in it. What you will never find again is new content.
There are, of course, spiritual successors. My Twitter, my audioboo, my Soundcloud. Places like that have a good snapshot of my life, and are a good place to go to find out what happens next after this point. There is one crucial difference, though. In this Live Journal, I wrote for you. I was telling you a story, amusing you, or trying to communicate with you. On those services, I am communicating for myself more than anything. The thoughts are less filtered, less dressed up, more raw. On Live Journal, I had incentive to gloss over things. On Twitter in particular, I do not.
To any readers who might be seeing this, I want to thank you for putting up with the content that made this what it was. For anyone who stumbles across this after this date, I’d like to give you a warm welcome to the backstory of my life. But unfortunately, that is all you will get in these pages, as I have no more reasons to ever write to this database. In 2006, I used to say “Temporary uniform”, as a play on words of the phrase “Toes Up”, “Tango Uniform”, a military term for something being dead, gone, and not coming back. Only, in my case, it was temporary. But this time, It is not. For the last time, this is Nick G, watching this journal go tango uniform.
If I could have my way, the next entry you would’ve seen in this journal would’ve been “Hello folks, can’t write at the moment, innocent_youth turned up and she’s everything I imagined her to be and more”. But that didn’t happen. She never did show up, our relationship actually progressed through 7 more months and a trip she didn’t even bother to disguise as not happening, and a rocky breakup. In many ways, she is the perfect type of “I love her/I hate her” dichotomy, as I don’t think I’ll ever forget the loving feelings I once held for this woman, which you all saw and can see if you look hard enough, burgeoning since even 2009. Innocent_Youth was the genesis for a Live Journal Renaissance in 09, just as Sky_Queen was the same for the best era of my Live Journal and life, 2006. But the fact that this ended the way it did makes it very difficult for me to even consider using my Live Journal anymore, just as it made some other tools difficult to use. Thankfully, there were more concrete reasons they were going bad, so those all were replaced. This Live journal, I’m sad to say, will not be.
As you read down through these pages, you will find a large amount of angst, happiness, and sometimes amusing writing. You will find the journey of a teenaged Nick growing up to be…well…something, you might decide what. You will find thinly veiled tales of love, overt geekery, and high quality audio, although some of those links might be broken. If you find one, please, fire a shot, and I will actually fix it, as I will still be reading comments in my email. You will find something that remains here, because I can honestly take pride in it. What you will never find again is new content.
There are, of course, spiritual successors. My Twitter, my audioboo, my Soundcloud. Places like that have a good snapshot of my life, and are a good place to go to find out what happens next after this point. There is one crucial difference, though. In this Live Journal, I wrote for you. I was telling you a story, amusing you, or trying to communicate with you. On those services, I am communicating for myself more than anything. The thoughts are less filtered, less dressed up, more raw. On Live Journal, I had incentive to gloss over things. On Twitter in particular, I do not.
To any readers who might be seeing this, I want to thank you for putting up with the content that made this what it was. For anyone who stumbles across this after this date, I’d like to give you a warm welcome to the backstory of my life. But unfortunately, that is all you will get in these pages, as I have no more reasons to ever write to this database. In 2006, I used to say “Temporary uniform”, as a play on words of the phrase “Toes Up”, “Tango Uniform”, a military term for something being dead, gone, and not coming back. Only, in my case, it was temporary. But this time, It is not. For the last time, this is Nick G, watching this journal go tango uniform.