As I So Often Do
April 18th, 2008It’s going to be a busy summer.

I post absolutely everything to my blog. Except for stuff about work, because anything really socially interesting would probably be inappropriate, and I’m not very interested in writing technical posts. I avoid talking about relationships or interpersonal drama, because those details tend to be private and most of the people who pay attention to my journal are real-life friends, not anonymous internet confidantes. Finally, I try to leave out most of the day-to-day minutiae — I don’t see the point in listing what I had for breakfast or complaining that someone cut me off in traffic. What’s left? Not much.
I read a bit by someone recently — I thought it was Opinionista, but I guess not — about how you only post to your blog when you’re in a certain mood, so the self presented there is a perhaps misleading facet of your personality. This is certainly true for me, as well. I only post when I’m feeling social enough to think about other people, and antisocial enough to stay home. And when I’m too tired to self-censor. As much.
So, mood and content: I’m likely to post when I’m in a tired, semi-delirious, both-social-and-antisocial state. And I tend toward meta-content, self-referential or abstract. Such topics exhausted, I segue awkwardly into the mundane.I’m utterly wrecked from K’s workouts, which explains the delirium. At least my legs seem to be working normally again. I didn’t make it to this thing at Machine Project that looked cool, but I just wasn’t feeling up to the driving and talking and people. I did find an archery range near my apartment that will lend out equipment and let people use the range for free. It’s been a lot of fun.

I’ve been listening to The Magnetic Fields, The Killers and Death Cab, mostly, with a bit of Kimya Dawson and Olga Nunes thrown in. Go take a look at Grooveshark. Very beta, been lagging a bit lately, but neat. I’m also on last.fm.
I took the alternate route home yesterday. The one with all the greenery (yes, even in LA, there is vegetation). And with ducks. A good duck pond is strangely reassuring.

