"I want to play Risk."
"No, you don't; you just think you do."
My older sister, Tahi, used to use this sort of logic on me and it used to crack me up. Logic does that to me, especially when misused. After all, I am of the firm belief you can find a way to reason out anything, even if you're wrong. Anyway, I find myself being confronted with this same sort of reasoning again recently, by none other than Cris, who has been known to go to great lengths to persuade me I'm hungry when I'm not; I want ice cream when I don't.
Fortunately, I am immune to such Jedi mind tricks.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Friday, April 02, 2004
A "Little" Explanation
Before yesterday I didn't think I needed to--well, I didn't see any reason to explain what I do with this blog. I mean, this has been my own little house of solitude up till now. However, after yesterday, I decided it might be good to provide a small explanation of the "remodeling" (okay--tinkering) I've done in the past couple of weeks--for anyone who might have somehow visited this site on their own before now. And, actually--now that I think about it--for those of you I've directed here recently, as well.
Originally this was a "private" blog--in the sense that anyone who knew me was not given the secret behind-your-back, don't-forget-to-cross-your-toes handshake. Okay, I made that up. I mean the site address. The point is, this was just a little outlet just for me. And any random strangers that happened by. Because, you know, of course, they don't count.
But the beginning of last week, I think it was, I realized something I already knew. Sloppy writing breeds sloppy thinking (and vice versa), as an essay by George Orwell once clarified for me. And while I think there's nothing wrong with the type of spilling I did before, I decided it might be more effective to focus my energy and reason on really trying to analyze some of the things in my life; break them down so I understand them better.
Well, I don't really remember my thought processes after this point too well, but suffice it to say that I somehow decided to open this place up to anyone, no secret handshake required, and try to write here more thoroughly? Carefully? Responsibly? (Heh--"Think responsibly." Hey, I kinda like that. Has a nice ring to it...) Ironically, this probably means not posting some of the just-for-me essays I was originally planning to write. But I still intend to write them. And it is the hope that I have in that process that has kept me hopeful, at the least--on a high, at the most--for the past two weeks--since I got back from Spring Break.
Of course, having said all that, I am not so sure how far I want to go with the "thorough-writing" idea, for one thing, because I am a perfectionist and if I wait till it is perfect, I will never post it. (Just in case you read something, and go, "That's thorough writing??")
I have tried pretty hard not to sound cryptic about my journal-writing habits. The truth is there are just some things I am not comfortable sharing. But just because I have taken all that stuff down doesn't automatically mean I'm unwilling to talk. I actually am a person who usually likes to share. I don't know how else to say this, but if you want to know, ask--just please don't take it personally if, for whatever reason, I decline.
Oh, and by the way: do me a favor and go visit Possumblog--Terry sent me a nice note yesterday, which actually prompted this whole post; written so that, should he or anybody else ever happen to drop by unexpectedly again, they would know what was going on.
Originally this was a "private" blog--in the sense that anyone who knew me was not given the secret behind-your-back, don't-forget-to-cross-your-toes handshake. Okay, I made that up. I mean the site address. The point is, this was just a little outlet just for me. And any random strangers that happened by. Because, you know, of course, they don't count.
But the beginning of last week, I think it was, I realized something I already knew. Sloppy writing breeds sloppy thinking (and vice versa), as an essay by George Orwell once clarified for me. And while I think there's nothing wrong with the type of spilling I did before, I decided it might be more effective to focus my energy and reason on really trying to analyze some of the things in my life; break them down so I understand them better.
Well, I don't really remember my thought processes after this point too well, but suffice it to say that I somehow decided to open this place up to anyone, no secret handshake required, and try to write here more thoroughly? Carefully? Responsibly? (Heh--"Think responsibly." Hey, I kinda like that. Has a nice ring to it...) Ironically, this probably means not posting some of the just-for-me essays I was originally planning to write. But I still intend to write them. And it is the hope that I have in that process that has kept me hopeful, at the least--on a high, at the most--for the past two weeks--since I got back from Spring Break.
Of course, having said all that, I am not so sure how far I want to go with the "thorough-writing" idea, for one thing, because I am a perfectionist and if I wait till it is perfect, I will never post it. (Just in case you read something, and go, "That's thorough writing??")
I have tried pretty hard not to sound cryptic about my journal-writing habits. The truth is there are just some things I am not comfortable sharing. But just because I have taken all that stuff down doesn't automatically mean I'm unwilling to talk. I actually am a person who usually likes to share. I don't know how else to say this, but if you want to know, ask--just please don't take it personally if, for whatever reason, I decline.
Oh, and by the way: do me a favor and go visit Possumblog--Terry sent me a nice note yesterday, which actually prompted this whole post; written so that, should he or anybody else ever happen to drop by unexpectedly again, they would know what was going on.
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