Journal
01.11.06 - over. out.
For the past couple months, some nice folks have been asking me why I don't update this thing anymore. It's flattering to know that people like checking in here from time to time to see what's going on, and I appreciate the good will.
I just can't do it anymore.
As I'd hoped after graduation, I've found myself a real job. I've got good people in my life, old and new. I'm reading good books and discovering good music all over the place. I am re-learning optimism and confidence, two qualities I once thought would only fail me, and I believe my life has been better since I let them back in. In the words of Adam Duritz (and, almost, e e cummings), I am folding and unfolding.
There is no time to write about it here.
Even if there were time, I've decided I don't want my life tacked up on a monitor, permanently suspended between lines of code. It looks so different from one moment to the next that trying to pin it down would do it a disservice. And displaying those slices of life for the world (albeit, a rather limited world) to see makes me all sorts of uncomfortable.
As a result, this journal will probably come down in about a week, if not sooner. I plan on keeping it tucked away somewhere, on disc or paper, as a reminder of who I was. But it's not who I am.
Thanks for reading. All of you who really matter, you know how to find me.