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Escapade Navel-Gazing, Part Two
Feb. 22nd, 2003 08:16 amLori's bloody watch.
It's not really so bad, considering the amount of sleep I've gotten, and the weird dreams. (John is now a mad scientist inventor who makes self-adjusting corsets consisting of small orange plates, a dreamlet which should please him in real life.)
There are fleeting thoughts escaping, and I must capture them before they escape.
MacGeorge mentioned yesterday that she couldn't do the sort of soul-baring that is involved in maintaining a livejournal, and my half-coherent thought this morning is that there's no soul-baring going on here. There's the silliness of three roommates who journal, and so have heard about the shitty day at work long before the roommate with the shitty day has come home. If I do any sort of soul-baring that I'd normally keep quiet, it stays locked in a private post. If I wouldn't say it in public, it doesn't get said.
I digress. If my soul is bared, it is no more bare to the world than it would be without the journal. It just has a larger audience. If I am rather oddly proudly of my rather odd crossover of Qui-Gon/Giles, then announcing the fact in a small discussion of crossovers is no different than announcing the fact to my journal.
It's a question of audience. In a small discussion, I can be assured of those six people hearing me. They might not listen, and they might dismiss my weird little story out of hand, but they heard. The wider audience of Livejournal, I'm not assured of anything. I'm more than aware of the ephemerality of my Widget list, and my Widget-Of list.
There's an odd sort of pleasure that happens when you assume that no one pays attention to your voice online, and then in person they conteract that assumption. I use an online journal to give my audience the option to read. I acknowledge the constraints of time and life, and more often than not, I don't care if my posts don't get read. If you have no expectations, it's very easy to be pleasantly surprised.
It's not really so bad, considering the amount of sleep I've gotten, and the weird dreams. (John is now a mad scientist inventor who makes self-adjusting corsets consisting of small orange plates, a dreamlet which should please him in real life.)
There are fleeting thoughts escaping, and I must capture them before they escape.
MacGeorge mentioned yesterday that she couldn't do the sort of soul-baring that is involved in maintaining a livejournal, and my half-coherent thought this morning is that there's no soul-baring going on here. There's the silliness of three roommates who journal, and so have heard about the shitty day at work long before the roommate with the shitty day has come home. If I do any sort of soul-baring that I'd normally keep quiet, it stays locked in a private post. If I wouldn't say it in public, it doesn't get said.
I digress. If my soul is bared, it is no more bare to the world than it would be without the journal. It just has a larger audience. If I am rather oddly proudly of my rather odd crossover of Qui-Gon/Giles, then announcing the fact in a small discussion of crossovers is no different than announcing the fact to my journal.
It's a question of audience. In a small discussion, I can be assured of those six people hearing me. They might not listen, and they might dismiss my weird little story out of hand, but they heard. The wider audience of Livejournal, I'm not assured of anything. I'm more than aware of the ephemerality of my Widget list, and my Widget-Of list.
There's an odd sort of pleasure that happens when you assume that no one pays attention to your voice online, and then in person they conteract that assumption. I use an online journal to give my audience the option to read. I acknowledge the constraints of time and life, and more often than not, I don't care if my posts don't get read. If you have no expectations, it's very easy to be pleasantly surprised.
