Day 1 - the Beginning
April 19, 2006 -day 1 - The beginning
The beginning, naming, and rulemaking.
Guess I'll give this blog thing a try. Seems to give the idea of a diary a little more import if there's the possibility that someone may read it. Not sure why. In fact, the idea of someone reading it is a little horrifying. And yet, blogging seems to provide all the benefits of talking, even though no one's around to listen, and yet you aren't talking to yourself. Brilliant.
There is another reason, however. A sort of amorphous unnamed, as of yet, reason that formed while I was reading one of my ex-girlfriend's present partner's blog [try and unravel that], the mundane nature of the entries really struck me, as a sort of inspiration. You could imagine that you understood what made the guy tick by reading what he remembered to write at the end of the day. Obviously you have to assume that some of the more interesting things had to be censored. But nonetheless, his life seemed to revolve around waking up, eating, and maybe a short description of what errands he ran. Now he's a musician, so he has the luxury (or perhaps insecurity) of having days that are somewhat unstructured, and that made his days seems somewhat more easy to read. I have the feeling that most of us would leave work out of our day, and the remaining bit of the day would probably be the content of our blog. Two conclusions rise on the horizon here: (1) his days appeared to sketch out a sort of primal existence - food, girl, forage, some productive tool-making or shelter acquisition (a few minutes working on some music), food, sleep, etc. and, (2) it seems bizarre that I assumed that his day would be less structured and that work would somehow need to be left out of my diary/blog. After all, when I come to work, all I've done is change locations and, maybe, pretend to be confined to a smaller space, my office. Certainly as much must happen in this little posh cage as if I was roaming around outside of it, right? I guess that means I should start hunting around for something to do.
Let's see...some rules for my new blog. First rule, I will attempt to name each day. I've had enough graduate school education to know that if I name it, I control/own it. Thus, I hereby invoke the power to name. Second rule, I will write a new rule every time I do a new blog entry. I am a lawyer, after all, and this only seems natural.
The beginning, naming, and rulemaking.
Guess I'll give this blog thing a try. Seems to give the idea of a diary a little more import if there's the possibility that someone may read it. Not sure why. In fact, the idea of someone reading it is a little horrifying. And yet, blogging seems to provide all the benefits of talking, even though no one's around to listen, and yet you aren't talking to yourself. Brilliant.
There is another reason, however. A sort of amorphous unnamed, as of yet, reason that formed while I was reading one of my ex-girlfriend's present partner's blog [try and unravel that], the mundane nature of the entries really struck me, as a sort of inspiration. You could imagine that you understood what made the guy tick by reading what he remembered to write at the end of the day. Obviously you have to assume that some of the more interesting things had to be censored. But nonetheless, his life seemed to revolve around waking up, eating, and maybe a short description of what errands he ran. Now he's a musician, so he has the luxury (or perhaps insecurity) of having days that are somewhat unstructured, and that made his days seems somewhat more easy to read. I have the feeling that most of us would leave work out of our day, and the remaining bit of the day would probably be the content of our blog. Two conclusions rise on the horizon here: (1) his days appeared to sketch out a sort of primal existence - food, girl, forage, some productive tool-making or shelter acquisition (a few minutes working on some music), food, sleep, etc. and, (2) it seems bizarre that I assumed that his day would be less structured and that work would somehow need to be left out of my diary/blog. After all, when I come to work, all I've done is change locations and, maybe, pretend to be confined to a smaller space, my office. Certainly as much must happen in this little posh cage as if I was roaming around outside of it, right? I guess that means I should start hunting around for something to do.
Let's see...some rules for my new blog. First rule, I will attempt to name each day. I've had enough graduate school education to know that if I name it, I control/own it. Thus, I hereby invoke the power to name. Second rule, I will write a new rule every time I do a new blog entry. I am a lawyer, after all, and this only seems natural.
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