i'd like to explore the idea further, but if i'm not posting macros or memes, no one seems to have anything to contribute to a conversation.
I think my entire LiveJournal friends list might disagree with that. :)
is there a site where people actually riff on concepts, brainstorm, share personal experiences, write about how they think and feel?
Right here. LiveJournal is where I write about anything and everything. I do nothing but riff on concepts, brainstorm, share personal experiences, write about how I think and feel. My friends list is populated with people who do the same.
My father... He is a truly extraordinary person. He has always been an artist, so I have known nothing else. He is a stonemason - and a Stonemason. He is a veteran of a foreign war. He is a former Navy sailor. He is an atheist and he believes in the spiritual world. He has a talent for Tarot and premonitions. He is quiet and soft-spoken. He rarely gets angry, and when he does all that happens is his dark eyes become midnight storm clouds, and you hope to never make him angry ever again. At my wedding, he and I danced to Frank Sinatra's "The Way You Look Tonight" and he mouthed the lyrics to me with tears in his eyes. When I was born, three months early, he held me in the palm of his hand and cuddled me to his cheek. He will be seventy years old this October twenty-third, and he looks no older than sixty. He takes no medication, except a baby dose of Klonopin every other day for Restless Leg Syndrome. He has loved my mother like none other for almost forty years. He showed me how to be silently strong, powerful from the inside out. Every time I breathe, I think of my father.
I think my entire LiveJournal friends list might disagree with that. :)
is there a site where people actually riff on concepts, brainstorm, share personal experiences, write about how they think and feel?
Right here. LiveJournal is where I write about anything and everything. I do nothing but riff on concepts, brainstorm, share personal experiences, write about how I think and feel. My friends list is populated with people who do the same.
My father... He is a truly extraordinary person. He has always been an artist, so I have known nothing else. He is a stonemason - and a Stonemason. He is a veteran of a foreign war. He is a former Navy sailor. He is an atheist and he believes in the spiritual world. He has a talent for Tarot and premonitions. He is quiet and soft-spoken. He rarely gets angry, and when he does all that happens is his dark eyes become midnight storm clouds, and you hope to never make him angry ever again.
At my wedding, he and I danced to Frank Sinatra's "The Way You Look Tonight" and he mouthed the lyrics to me with tears in his eyes. When I was born, three months early, he held me in the palm of his hand and cuddled me to his cheek. He will be seventy years old this October twenty-third, and he looks no older than sixty. He takes no medication, except a baby dose of Klonopin every other day for Restless Leg Syndrome. He has loved my mother like none other for almost forty years. He showed me how to be silently strong, powerful from the inside out. Every time I breathe, I think of my father.
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