Friday, January 31, 2003Tomorrow marks my one year anniversary with Carly. That makes this relationship probably 6 months longer than any I have had. For me, then, it is a milestone in what will, no doubt, be a series of good things to come. She makes me better.
Thursday, January 30, 2003Dinner went well. Next time, maranade in red wine, don't add to stew directly. Maybe allow more time for alcohol to burn off. Taste fine, smell, not so great. Thanks Josh2, for the biscuits and company.
Hey, check out this blog from a fellow student, independant of our class. It is a great example of mysticism as well as a generous sharing of thoughts and emotions.
Zesty Venison Stew
Tuesday, January 28, 2003Three people from camp have talked ot me today, non of them the person I need to talk to, but all people I want to talk to. Either Andy has heard I am not coming back and has the spies out, or I am paranoid. I don't know if I believe in coincidence. Either way, he should call so we can clear this whole mess up. I will miss it, but I have to do what is right, for me and for them. Oh how I hate being a grown up.
I just talked to my friend Missy. Sometimes the beautiful people of the world have trouble knowing themselves for what they are. I hope she starts to smile again soon, I miss it almost as much as I miss her.
There we were, Josh2, myself and Chad. We had decided, in the interest of fun, to do some video taping inside the International Mall In the sunny International Falls. After some brief skits, which were too horrible to mention here, we ventured into Menards. While in this wonderful builder's mecca, Chad and Josh2 started to argue over what, exactly, they should be recording. Josh2 was under the idea that we should just have fun, and tape things as they happened to come up. Chad thought we should make things to tape, and was busy trying to come up with ideas. I was having just enough fun watching the two of them argue (it happens form time to time, folks). As they are arguing a living, breathing example of "just have fun, and tape things as they happened to come up" happened to come up to us. "Excuse me," I heard from down by my knees, "you boys are going to have to leave, you cannot videotape inside Manards." (It is store policy--I guess they must have secret projects the Russians have been trying to steal). I turned around to say something clever to our assailant, and there was no one there. I should have looked lower (OK, I am embellishing a bit here, but c'mon, it's worth it) Standing there, staring me right in the crotch, was the first in the flesh midget (little person, dwarf, hobbit, insert PC term here). Of course, I lost any wit I had about me, and started to chuckle under my breath. As we were leaving I was struck with the absurdity of the situation: A Midget security guard (named Mark) was escorting us out of Manards for tape recording.
Monday, January 27, 2003Don't worry, the short and tall story is coming. I just need to tell it over dinner to my friends first, and work out all the bugs :)
So, I am sitting here, listening to Molly's Hatchet (soulcracker), and reflecting on blogging. I keep thinking of Rebecca Blood wanting "pure blogging" or somesuch, and Morgan telling us we are on the foreground of something here. The two ideas can't quite exist together for me, no matter how I turn them. How can Rebecca, even with her extensive knowledge of the blog, have a pure blog a priori when the field is still so wide open. I never understood same sex relationships until I watched Chasing Amy and Alyssa said she didn't want to limit love to a single sex, or she might not find true love at all. There's a reson to break from the norm, if I have ever heard one. Rebecca Blood could learn something from the View Askew boys (writer/director/producers of Chasing Amy) Blogs can come in all shapes and forms, which, I thought, was part of their appeal. It really is a what you make of it. Be that online journal, rant page, observation collections, amorous meanderings, or anything else in between or beyond. If we are on the foreground of this new medium, we make the rues for ourselves. We needn't be Blood's Paduwans simply because she was the first blog Jedi. I like some of her ideas, and I don't like some of her other ones. Maybe other people like them all and still others don't like any. Working from those starting points could very well provide equally stimulating, yet different, blogs.
I often daydream of being a stand up comic, but then wake up in class. That'll have to do, for now.
Saturday, January 25, 2003Stop me if you've heard this one before . . .
Thursday, January 23, 2003After hearing Russ talk after class yesterday, I started thinking more about voice and intent with regards to blogging. He contends that a certain amount of megalomania comes with writing a blog, as we assume someone will be reading them, and then go on to assume that people will care. I, as you can see by my tone, am not excluded from this group of bloggers. A blog, in this way, almost becomes therapy. We are on the couch, and our audience (real or imagined) provides psychoanalysis. And we gain confidence as writers and cummunity members, as we feel we are saying something someone else thinks is worth reading. Even when we "journal" it is under the presupposition that someone else will read it. (Again, like I am doing now). I am not familiar with journaling, as my few attempts to keep a journal (why is it a journal for men and a diary for women-I will look it up in the OED) have fizzled out and died. Maybe everyone writes with the idea that someone else might read it. What makes a blog different in that regard is it is almost a certainty (and quite really is, in this class). More on this later, I think. Anyway, what reminded me to post this today, after thinking about it all yesterday (my mind is its own monster) was this wonderful journal site Notes from an Eclectic Mind. This site really is more than what the name implies, and as I have stated, is really a nice collection of journalling. She provides a wonderful detailing of her life, and even addresses her readers from time to time, making us feel welcome and invited.
The Air Apparent
Wednesday, January 22, 2003The problem has been solved, our family remains.
Tuesday, January 21, 2003I read on another blog, cold comfort, which was talking (albeit a few days ago) about small time, old fashioned business being better. I agree that a warm smile and courteous service goes a long way to warm my heart, but there is something magic and special about walking into the Mall of America: All those people, in the same place but not together, all wandering intertwined, all searching.
Hey, Homer Simpson just taught me a valuable lesson:
I cleaned up my blog. I think I like this template better, but I had to change some widths and lengths to make it look the way I want. I finally added a blog roll. Right now it is just people from class, but I am sure I will be adding/deleting before this semester is over.
Mark, if you want to link to a site, this is all you have to do:
Monday, January 20, 2003I hear everyone say we have the day off. Day off from what? Why do we need one? Where can I cash mine in?
Sunday, January 19, 2003Josh2 posted about my Blog. I think he is subtly trying to undermine my joshedness.
Some cultures, when having thier picture taken for the first time, thought the funny man with the device to his eye would steal their soul. I wonder what those cultures, when confronted with the soul-stealing that goes on behind one of these monitors, would think.
Over the hill? Michael Jordan just posted another great night with 25 points, eight rebounds, and seven assists: 39 more points and he beats Wilt Chamberlain on the all time scoring list. He will be 40 in Febuary. Meanwhile, Sheryl Crow is already 40 and she takes home awards from every music show out there. Why does all this matter to a 21 year old? It gives me hope that I can underachieve for another 19 years.
Saturday, January 18, 2003Get on the bus, Dale. Get on the bus.
Friday, January 17, 2003So, it's the first day of Blogging class--yes, we do have a blogging class in the frigid tundra--and I am playing around. I am sure this will just be one of those "random observation" sites Morgan has told us about, but for the moment I am observationless.