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I am NEARLY done annotating my List of Favorite Books Ever, which I told you I was actually going to do for you several months ago now. I go in and work on it when I have bits of free time, but this week I Don't Feel Like It, so I go in and stare at it for awhile until I realize I Don't Feel Like It, then I go wander around elsewhere on the web, or, actually, wander around HERE on the web, reading Back In My Archives.
I'm trying to figure out when this blog changed over from Clearly A Conversation With People I Actually Know In Person to Less Of A Personal Thing And More Of A Thing Where The Majority of Readers I Actually HAVE Never Met. Apparently it was still very much the former around the time of Sammy's birth, going on four years ago. I haven't read much beyond that. Back then, a) I didn't have toddlers, and b) Jason worked evenings, which meant I had nothing better to do in the evenings than waste time online. But, then, everyone else was doing it too-- people I knew actually DID keep LiveJournals (and read mine), and we WERE having a conversation-- and exchanging those survey question memes-- OH those surveys! I rather miss them. See, now that I'm reading less of that Personal Stories From People I Know stuff, I'm reading all these PROPER BLOGS ON SUBJECTS instead... and my blog has morphed to fit into THAT conversation, a much more professional tone.
Which isn't saying much.
The other week I read my journals from the Grad School Era, which are journals of mine I have not reread so often as earlier ones. They sounded even MORE shockingly Just Like What I Still Write Today than my high school ones do, and I have been stunned by the familiarity of THOSE too. But of course those are also full of INTENSE MELODRAMA AND I-WILL-SO-BE-ALONE-FOR-THE-REST-OF-MY-LIFE-IF-I-CAN'T-GET-THAT-ONE-PARTICULAR-BOY-WHO-IS-CLEARLY-THE-ONLY-WORTHWHILE-MALE-ON-THE-PLANET-TO-NOTICE-ME, which drowns out the Hey, I have the Same Journaling Voice still Today of the rest of it. The grad school journals, not so much melodrama. Not even when George Harrison died, although I did make a point of mentioning him in EVERY ENTRY I WROTE FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS after that.
BUT I've come to realize that I AM the number one fan of my own journals, and went as far as to write in my own paper journal recently something about writing this "for Posterity, ie Me in Another Ten Years." I've also decided I therefore need to print out my LiveJournal in hard copy, and add it to the bookshelves of journals I already have. Which is currently in Maddie's room. Possibly she will not want them there, eventually. POSSIBLY, her mom's high school ravings will Freak Her Out. Posterity? Maybe eventually, for my GRANDCHILDREN. But now I guess it's just my own narcissistic treasure.
I'm trying to figure out when this blog changed over from Clearly A Conversation With People I Actually Know In Person to Less Of A Personal Thing And More Of A Thing Where The Majority of Readers I Actually HAVE Never Met. Apparently it was still very much the former around the time of Sammy's birth, going on four years ago. I haven't read much beyond that. Back then, a) I didn't have toddlers, and b) Jason worked evenings, which meant I had nothing better to do in the evenings than waste time online. But, then, everyone else was doing it too-- people I knew actually DID keep LiveJournals (and read mine), and we WERE having a conversation-- and exchanging those survey question memes-- OH those surveys! I rather miss them. See, now that I'm reading less of that Personal Stories From People I Know stuff, I'm reading all these PROPER BLOGS ON SUBJECTS instead... and my blog has morphed to fit into THAT conversation, a much more professional tone.
Which isn't saying much.
The other week I read my journals from the Grad School Era, which are journals of mine I have not reread so often as earlier ones. They sounded even MORE shockingly Just Like What I Still Write Today than my high school ones do, and I have been stunned by the familiarity of THOSE too. But of course those are also full of INTENSE MELODRAMA AND I-WILL-SO-BE-ALONE-FOR-THE-REST-OF-MY-LIFE-IF-I-CAN'T-GET-THAT-ONE-PARTICULAR-BOY-WHO-IS-CLEARLY-THE-ONLY-WORTHWHILE-MALE-ON-THE-PLANET-TO-NOTICE-ME, which drowns out the Hey, I have the Same Journaling Voice still Today of the rest of it. The grad school journals, not so much melodrama. Not even when George Harrison died, although I did make a point of mentioning him in EVERY ENTRY I WROTE FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS after that.
BUT I've come to realize that I AM the number one fan of my own journals, and went as far as to write in my own paper journal recently something about writing this "for Posterity, ie Me in Another Ten Years." I've also decided I therefore need to print out my LiveJournal in hard copy, and add it to the bookshelves of journals I already have. Which is currently in Maddie's room. Possibly she will not want them there, eventually. POSSIBLY, her mom's high school ravings will Freak Her Out. Posterity? Maybe eventually, for my GRANDCHILDREN. But now I guess it's just my own narcissistic treasure.
