This place is now an archive. It was a nice trip.
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
There are events, thoughts, ideas that I want to lay out lately. I believe that I am finally feeling secure and settled in here in my new city. Unfortunately, a little bugger that I will call FIREWALL prevents me from accessing my blogger account - no offense to tumblr, but this spot was meant for practicing with a different style.
I suppose this can happen when leeching off of an unsecured network.
What am I to do? Move over to tumblr? Go and sit in a cafe, so that I can access blogger when I want to write? (Probably not a bad idea, but I usually feel like I weigh 250 pounds - in other words, I am lazy) I really enjoy blogger and have grown to being extremely comfortable when writing there. I have went through devastation, curiosity, outrage, and excitement over at that spot. It was always refreshing to visit someplace where I had comforts from previous writings. I will compare it to returning home after a day at work, or returning from an extended vacation; there is familiarity and comfort in the knowledge that a parent, a sibling, or pet awaits. This is a purpose my writings have served - unconditionally served.
In a way, this situation is mysterious to me, well not so much the situation, but more of my feelings towards the situation. How is it that one may form such an attachment to a slate of screen space on a public domain? (I typed out 'pubic' just now and nearly moved on, I should have left it that way) I will rush to the front of the audience to ask such a question, but I feel as if though I can give support as to how - evidently. Just as one may become connected with a paper filled journal, or tape recorder, camera, so I have become connected with my spot at blogger. I was never judged by the machine, never left standing at the door, locked out (well, now I am but I blame FIREWALL) always welcome to relieve myself of improper emotion and reaction.
Perhaps moving here to tumblr with a new address would be fitting. I am at a brand new physical address, new geographical address - almost everything in my life right now is brand new and I want to share and document these experiences. Reflect in such a way where thought reflection does not suffice ( I am poorly organized up there)
I can see this move happening. I wake up and still can hardly believe the real live move that I have made, so this should be pie.
Cheers to movement.
I suppose this can happen when leeching off of an unsecured network.
What am I to do? Move over to tumblr? Go and sit in a cafe, so that I can access blogger when I want to write? (Probably not a bad idea, but I usually feel like I weigh 250 pounds - in other words, I am lazy) I really enjoy blogger and have grown to being extremely comfortable when writing there. I have went through devastation, curiosity, outrage, and excitement over at that spot. It was always refreshing to visit someplace where I had comforts from previous writings. I will compare it to returning home after a day at work, or returning from an extended vacation; there is familiarity and comfort in the knowledge that a parent, a sibling, or pet awaits. This is a purpose my writings have served - unconditionally served.
In a way, this situation is mysterious to me, well not so much the situation, but more of my feelings towards the situation. How is it that one may form such an attachment to a slate of screen space on a public domain? (I typed out 'pubic' just now and nearly moved on, I should have left it that way) I will rush to the front of the audience to ask such a question, but I feel as if though I can give support as to how - evidently. Just as one may become connected with a paper filled journal, or tape recorder, camera, so I have become connected with my spot at blogger. I was never judged by the machine, never left standing at the door, locked out (well, now I am but I blame FIREWALL) always welcome to relieve myself of improper emotion and reaction.
Perhaps moving here to tumblr with a new address would be fitting. I am at a brand new physical address, new geographical address - almost everything in my life right now is brand new and I want to share and document these experiences. Reflect in such a way where thought reflection does not suffice ( I am poorly organized up there)
I can see this move happening. I wake up and still can hardly believe the real live move that I have made, so this should be pie.
Cheers to movement.
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