About to eat a burrito. I forgot to take it out of my backpack so its probably infested with an assortment of microorganisms. Hopefully the microwave killed most of them. I can handle the idea of ingesting their heat ruptured carcasses but I don’t want to eat squiggling nasties. It’s not tasting good at all. I’ve ruined it for myself.
NPR has a show called, “This American Life” that I’m completely addicted to and in love with. It’s all streamed through their website. The show is comprised of stories/mini documentaries. The CBC3 radio podcast is awesome too. I hate TV.
I want to start a public blog again. One that friends, family, coworkers and even girlfriend could read. I could tell people about it and then not feel so guilty about falling out of touch with them. But I can’t imagine writing anything that I would want all of those people to simultaneously know. I like having different types of relationships with different people. Maybe I shouldn’t be that way. But I am.
The Ancient Undergrad 
That is not so uncommon (the different groups of friends and associates phenomenon…) That is one reason I think my blog is so incredibly lame, because I keep it pretty much 100% public. I only report the events and thoughts that happen that I know even my grandmother could read and not be offended by. I toyed with the idea of writing protected posts and also starting a more anonymous blog to vent, but at that point, I thought, I may as well just have a good-old fashioned pen-to-paper diary. Hmmm. On the other hand, like all good games that have a structure and rules, I consider it an editing challenge. I write, re-write, delete so much and finally publish. I haven’t become a better thinker or writer because of it, but I have stayed in touch with so many more people than otherwise, and have made some new acquaintences/friends. You, for instance. Sorry about the burrito. Hope you have something else you can eat.
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I think we are all like that…. my xanga is more my close friends poster…. myspace is for everyone, and blogspot is for a very few. So I don’t think you’re really all that different from anyone who, is at least partially interesting.
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I just found out two days ago that my father has a xanga so he can read mine/stalk me. I’m left wondering – what can I say, knowing that he will read it? Not much. I look forward to the day when blog etiquette is widely known; maybe that will solve some problems.Burritos are good.
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YOU’RE the scientist. You should know if all the micro-organisms and bacteria got microwaved to death. Yeah I’m glad mine is no longer public. I can get in trouble for what I say.
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I think a lot of people are that way. My life is very segmented. I do sometimes wonder how we remember what we told who!
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Yeah watch out your girlfriend has Xanga I got a visit from a user “CrazyMerle” today who also checked out my Xanga profile. She’s suspicious of me! Ah! I’ve done nothing!
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