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pauper's paradise... |
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used to scribble. rant in a spiral notebook. then this thing came along. The internet makes pandoras box look like a happy meal. So much to reveal, such temptation to nonchalantly put up a journal, something private that "no one would ever see..." |
The first online journal I got stuck in was a bit of a genre piece, called The Life of Bryan. The bassist in one of my favorite bands, Beller openly spilled the funny and ugly truth about the "rockstar" lifestyle. The fun, the frustration... and the drug took hold. The stories were compelling, but the updates came slowly. Eventually he just stopped writing it all together. But the damage had been done.
Water, Susurrus, Zen. Who knows how I got there, but after link pages that linked to link pages I found myself wrapped up day in and day out in reading about the hopes, frustations, and fears of people I'd never met. It was a daily cup of catharsis, and it never came in decaf.
But you can only watch for so long.
didn't ever like spiral notebooks. They give fits to the lefthander who is too stubborn to turn the book over. But for some reason, I always had one around. And since taking notes wasn't something I relished, every spiral notebook I ever owned became some sort of journal. a doodle here, a chord chart there. A lot of bad song lyrics and band logo designs. It was always there. Then came the utter convienenece of a computer at the workplace. It was right in front of me, why the heck not keep a daily? It made the day go by faster. It helped vent frustration when the boss got on my nerves. It got me fired when he found it. I actually took a long break from journaling after it cost me my livelyhood. But I came back. I always do...
Almost at the door...
I can't promise that it will always be pretty in here. I can't promise that it will make sense. I can't promise to always be nice, or tactful. It's a journal. For me, it won't work any other way but honest. A man of vision once said (over and over) "Don't take guff from these swine." If I know you outside of this box, don't take it so seriously... But I also won't guarantee pages and pages of doom and gloom. It's just me. I'm not so good in a fight, but I know some funny jokes, jazz chords, and some good surf spots off A1A....
You are tall enough for this ride
Click around. Stay a while. If you find something in the fridge that smells fresh, feel free to have a bite. If you feel the need to bite me back, operators are standing by...
There Have Been Bad Moments is
the title to
one of my favorite songs by Mike Keneally.
I didn't ask him if I could use the
title,
but hopefully he won't mind.