the writing way

the day begins, the day ends, the day begins again… same can be said for the night, which may be the flip side of the coin or something else entirely, depending on perspective… in any case, for me, words hail the endings and beginnings and new endings and new beginnings…

some entries are amazing, to me at least… sometimes because the words amuse me so much… sometimes because the words comfort me or expose me or make so much sense to me… and even if you miss them all, the value to me remains… even though i’d love to share the experience of writing, reading, sharing intellect and emotion and more, i enjoy the writing and reading enough to continue daily as i have for a lifetime even if i am the only one who knows… no less today than any time before… writing is fun, reflection, amusement, therapy, creative play, self-expression, meditation, a way to peace and happiness, an attempt at communication, and so much more…

as a new day begins, may you find your way to stay in touch with yourself and make everything alright… and enjoy it all :)

back to the drawing board

or the notepad, at least... softball rained out again, so here we are (or i was, now you are)... i've rapidly become accustomed to writing into notepad and i like the idea cuz i have a way to save the words i write without having to spend time downloading the blogs one by one and then only getting an xml file which has all sorts of coding in it instead of just the text like this notepad file has... there was a time, before online blogging, when i typing into word cuz that was where i wrote... some words were part of letters to friends, some were just my writings for all the reasons i write (from the infancy of my love of the written word to the self-education and therapy it provided as i used writing to figure the world and myself out to the communication it provided when i was away from those i loved to the mourning and healing (and therapy) it provided when i left this world behind to find myself and make sense of the human nature i kept hearing so much about to the literary embodiment of the quest for honest love, or the impossible dream, which may be the same thing, to the communication with friends and strangers in my search for the one and on and on and on)... and then, with the advent of the internet and email and newsgroups and email groups and boards and this blogging life and beyond, i left word processing software behind and wonder how much that changed the flow, tone, and essence of the written gardens... only those who road the coaster with me through the gardens from early on (or one i have yet to meet who wants to share the written gardens from the beginnings) would really know... and all i have is my perspective, which isn't exactly unbiased no matter how open and honest i can be...

ah, the dreams remain even after the glitter fades...

is the end near again?

so here we are, dear friends far away, dear internet fan club, dear screaming millions, and anyone else who cares now or ever... the people closest to me in life don't, as usual, but i will continue doing what i do (helping and hoping enlightenment and awareness finds them before i die)... and the title refers to this blog which may be reaching for some sort of pausality, or end, that is... not that blogs ever really end, but as we've seen with previous blogs there does come a time when the life experiences or subject matter or something takes the blog to a new place that asks for a new blog... perhaps the exposure of the personal conflicts and potentially embarrassing details at home might be that thing... sometimes the new beginnings are a renewed attempt to wash something (or someone) out of my hair and send myself on a more positive path after the human interference muddies the waters too much, or something like that... yes, this is (e)thereal, but are we getting too real, too personal, too uncreatively unfun?...

the purpose of writing for me is manyfold... and there are many dozens of blogs and hundred of books before the internet, each with a specific rhyme or reason, a purpose for being started and few, if any, ever concluded... this (e)thereal blog is the most recent of the dailies, those blogs that simply exist so i have a place to come to write when words bubble out of the brain, and with each incarnation of these dailies, the closer we have come to the actual daily life lived offline... and with each incarnation, the rambling babbling nonsensical fun of free association was reduced, kind of like a shrunken head, perhaps, or a dryer sheet after too many uses... metaphors aside, the real life lived offline slowly found it's way through the layers of respect for privacy and fear of rejection and concerns about judgments and damage to relationships or opportunities offline... and this past week, or weekend, even, these daily life blogs have crossed into the personal as much as ever i think (as if i recall every entry, right?)... and that brings me to wonder if it is time to start again on a new level of openness and sharing...

and once again, i wonder who will notice... and who will follow... and whatever... and narf, don't forget the narf...

narf :)

stephshortstak

i am really liking watching her (wiki, tweet, face, instagram, pic, pic)... i may even find her character on satisfaction enlightening... reading from sense & sensibility, no less... while the men have sex with strangers, no less... interesting show... maybe what grabs me besides the eye candy is how her chanracter is presented as wiser than wise (brilliant) in one moment and foolishly gullible and so easily manipulatable (stupid) in the next... but there is more to this girl than meets the eye and i would love to explore all that lives behind those eyes... yes, in love again, even if it is just entry by entry... after all, to go beyond the moment we must be together sharing physical space where moments blend into each other and form a timeline, a yesterday, a today, and with hope, a tomorrow... that's life, if you have a clue...

meanwhile, i wonder if i will find the time to remenisce about kelly clarkson and the early years when i was enjoying the beginnings as this year brings the farewell season of american idol... i wonder if stephanie would...

narf :)

poor baby

not me for a change, but jackson... she is so tired... been sick (nagging lingering northern winter chest congestion stuffy clogged head bug) and stressed and not sleeping much and even on vacation woke every moring way too early cuz of babies in the family so tonight is her first night back here and she conked out... not sure when she needs to get up in the morning cuz she has a busy day (interview and testing for her new job) and she'll be gone by the afternoon...

watching monday night football cuz she is a bigger sports nut than i am but also cuz this game decides my fantasy football championship (did i mention i am in the championship game in the fantasy football league we are in?... she is in another one and is in the championship game there... between our two games we have nine or ten players who are playing in the game tonight who factor into the final scores in our leagues... so far i have a good lead and there's just 11 more minutes to go in the game... jackson is behind, but has a second week in her other league... this is it for the one we are in together... and then there is a 27 year old record for passing yardage in a season about to be broken...

and so here we are, writing words instead of playing the ncaa football game... still no interest in the facbook and other online communication worlds... the novelty has passed once again (they come and go on the net, from the beginnings of the bbs world to the aol and newsgroups worlds to the chatrooms and boards and communities and so on... then the mini-networking giants and blogs... and the friendsters and meetups and other next-level social networking... then the mega-sites, myspace, then facebook... i am ready for whatever comes next...

and how about you? :)