making a list and checking it twice
2010 has been good to me. So far the new year has been filled with the people in my life showing up and showing me how much I'm going to miss them over the next year. Tonight was a dinner with the extended family, and squashed into a tiny corner and teaching my cousins to play settlers (and then watching them totally crush me) and get terribly excited over sheep. Talked to xy on msn and realised how completely out of touch i am with the people i spent 4 years bonding in sleepless nights with. And earlier today eating dim sum with DELARS and playing BSG again for the 2nd day in a row (cylon leader, won; cylon, lost)
It's terribly trivial, but I also miss writing down the minutiae of everyday life. I haven't kept a personal personal journal (which i did for a good 3 years) since 2007. And having lost that personal personal journal, along with the process of writing out of thoughts, events, and such humdrum daily borings, it feels as if I've somehow lost that time in my past as well. As if the past two years were spent in some limbo, where I can barely recall what I did, what I felt, how I lived. This year (and more to come, hopefully) will be chronicled, here and privately. In a way it makes up for the shortcomings of my memory; a thousand happy moments are lost just due to the sieve that my brain is. Writing thoughts out, like drawing out sketches, clarifies and solidifies your thoughts, making them not just corporeal but also serving to refine the idea, the design. In school they used to teach us that it isn't real until it's on paper.
It's terribly trivial, but I also miss writing down the minutiae of everyday life. I haven't kept a personal personal journal (which i did for a good 3 years) since 2007. And having lost that personal personal journal, along with the process of writing out of thoughts, events, and such humdrum daily borings, it feels as if I've somehow lost that time in my past as well. As if the past two years were spent in some limbo, where I can barely recall what I did, what I felt, how I lived. This year (and more to come, hopefully) will be chronicled, here and privately. In a way it makes up for the shortcomings of my memory; a thousand happy moments are lost just due to the sieve that my brain is. Writing thoughts out, like drawing out sketches, clarifies and solidifies your thoughts, making them not just corporeal but also serving to refine the idea, the design. In school they used to teach us that it isn't real until it's on paper.