This always gets done wrong.

In more auspicious times in a few years, I guess I'll look back at this entry as a reference point for how I write a few years ago, and what I was thinking about, and how petty it probably seems. I assume it'll be more auspicious times, but we'll get to that.

I've been on Livejournal for a few years now (seven, to be exact), and I've gone and made private a bunch of old entries. Livejournal is okay, in that it hasn't completely rebranded itself to be a social networking site, which is great. Of course, I blame that fact that it's written in perl. Perl has a way of introducing demons into any system written in it that scares mere mortals away. But, we'll get to that, too.

However, the social aspect of Livejournal is what it's more about for me, certainly. It's a way of keeping up with friends who like to write, rather than update. Methods of keeping up with friends online for me fall into a number of categories, in terms of latency. Something like:


There are still some folks who email me. There are maybe three at this point, and this has dwindled. These are mainly my self-enforced luddite-buddies, or relations who were introduced to the internet in the days before you proposed to people via Bebo. Almost as many people use IM to keep in touch, anyway, and I reckon e-mail is probably going to die out. Not completely, it'll be relegated to postal-system style beurocratic necessity, since I highly doubt a bank is going to want to write your statement on your facebook wall any time soon.


Livejournal is where I get most of my frequent updates from people. It's the new letter-writing, certainly in terms of where I imagine letter-writing was in people's lives before the internet happened. For me, it's increasingly become pigeonholed as "that thing where I tell people what I'm at", or "where I put a funny picture of a goat". Most of my actual real-life status updates go into the OCD gategory these days, so the line between "I Made Soup" and "I Have Had An Amazing Idea" has become blurred a bit. It's not where I 'blog' any more, really.


My two main sources of OCD input these days are Facebook and Google Reader.

Facebook is fantastic for what it does, which is basically a decent, few-annoyances (since the pirate/ninja/zombie apocalypse ended) way of keeping up with people. I've bumped into people I've not met in person in 15 years (and have no intention of meeting again), ad it's quite decent.

Reader is the news aggregator I wrote about 3 times before I discovered it. I'd written an assload of scripts in the past to grab all the webcomics I read and present them on a page (I think the forst one I wrote was back in '99 or so when I interned at Netscape). This basically gives me all my information in a giant puddle, ahich is great, since if I don't feel like reading news, I can just mark it all as read. The sahring is nice, also (see my shared stuff here).

So, why am I here?

Perspective - I've recently gone back and read a bunch of my old LJ entries. I have done an awful lot of stuff in the last few years, and it's good that it got 'chronicled'. However, the nature of LJ is that it's a lot more 'I Made Soup' then 'Here Is What I Thought Of The Soup'.

I drove across a desert from Phoenix to Sedona, and stopped at a roadside rest area, and I watched the sun set. It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, and to this day, I can't listen to Death Cab For Cutie without thinking of the desert.

I walked around the campus of Berkeley, and I knew this was where people had fought, and learned, and made humanity a better place, and I'm not that good with words. It is beautiful. You can sense the history from the very stones.

You come home to your friends and your family, and when they ask what you did, you say "I Went To A Desert". You do not say "I Went To A Desert And It Was Beautiful. Here Is Why".

Here is where I don't tell what I've done. Here is where I tell you what I think. I think a lot of things, about the internet, about programming, about management, and about life. It doesn't go on Livejournal, it doesn't fit in a Facebook status. It's not chronological. I'm going to write about things that happened years ago, and later still I might write about stuff that will happen in a few years.

A very close and dear friend once said to me that I'm alright once you get to know me. I hope I can do that for you, the reader. Not for any therapeutic reason, or because I think that what I have to say is somehow more interesting that the millions of other people who blog. I'm doing it for a bullet-pointed list of reasons in my brain, that I've been trying to get onto paper but can't. Maybe if I just do it, it'll become obvious what I get out of it.

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