It’s amazing noteworthy the amount of time that passes between each time I write here. Such a gulf between posts.
Life is happening. I’m moving once again Monday. This time into my own home.
My apartment office appears to be a chaotic assortment of boxes, wires, books, and mementos.
My snow white cat is sleeping inches away from the keyboard on my desk while I type. He’s not the most affectionate cat I’ve owned, but he quietly follows me around and always lounges nearby. He makes me smile.
I came here from Facebook. I look in sometimes, not very often. I passively collect friends there, never posting anything. Never engaging. If it was less noisy I would be more interested in it. It feels obnoxious. The commercialization of friends and family is nauseating. Too bad something like Xanga didn’t become the dominant way to connect. Something with more substance and less flash. There are ads here too, but at least the idea here was to connect in a media that encourages authentic and deeper thought.
I was packing magazines earlier tonight. I recycled all the Men’s Health and Wired.
I kept all the Adbusters.
The Ancient Undergrad 
Hi there… was beginning to think I was the last one standing, writing to an audience of one… which is actually what it’s supposed to be, but even THOSE thoughts are kept even more private. While I do agree with you on certain points, I kind of like that I still have my xanga haven to fall back on for that “peacefulness” you’re referring to. Yes, fb is obnoxious. It’s filled with gushers about faith, family, egos, etc… people who want to let you know that they’re home now (wth…). I’m glad this has taken a quieter backseat. I just hope it doesn’t get completely abandoned and tossed aside like a dying town.Anyhow, welcome back. I thank you for your comments, rare as they may be.
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