it’s probably moot to point out the decline (in my eyes) of modern blogs, given the difference in the number of posts between when i started this blog (2004…2003??), and now (seven years later). no, this isn’t an entry saying “fuck it…i’m shutting it down“, but i do find it interesting that the conversations been brought up more often lately with some of my friends who do still have their own journals. tho many of them have evolved into either photo journals or topic specific sites…the personal online journal doesn’t seem to be as prevalent amongst my friends as they once were. between facebook, twitter, etc…the actual online journal itself seems to be an inefficient relic, given the (intentional) immediacy of facebook and twitter and all the other on-the-second sites out there, not to mention the network aspects of a journal. networking is the intention of those sites, whereas a journal (to begin with anyway) is an island in a vast sea that has to be discovered. but then again, who knows the permanence of those other sites…whereas i get to determine the permanence of this one. so that in and of itself will always give it an advantage, even if i’m too lazy to post regularly. anyway…
i went out and did stuff…yea. seven years down and the day-to-days get reeeal boring when written out. a better writer could make my daily rhetoric fascinating. but i’ve found in my years writing this journal that i in fact suck pretty bad as a writer. i thought i was a super writer in high school…but then again, i probably thought my emo poetry also had depth and convoluted meanings too. lulz.
amongst the fun had in the past weeks tho included a big crew dinner at excellent pork chop house, binge drinking at john and amy’s, scratcher’s for sean’s big 3-0, morning coffee with steph, and candela candela for di’s berfday…and subsequent e.vil roaming with the left over crew. as an aside too…since it’s always fun to point out how small this city is. alyson had brought her friend lily to di’s berfday dinner, and it was pointed out how she was from cornell too (this is not uncommon, given the size of cornell). what was funny however tho was after the usual name exchange, lily goes “i remember you…“, and i’m thinking…”from….?“. “freshman year. you were on my floor.” yea…what the shit. full disclosure however…alyson’s husband also happened to be my freshman year roommate…and the connection there between him and lily is probably easily made. still fascinating, this network we live in however. we then proceeded to try and recollect other names and faces from our freshman dorm…with limited success after all these years, i’ve only ever kept in touch with greg. everybody else eventually fell away, and by my second year, 99% of my friends were cornell architects. damn that dungeon.
fun things on the horizon…one of the animator’s i became friends with during my time in amsterdam (he’s actually hungarian) has made the jump across the ocean, and is now a giddy new yorker. so i get to play tour guide again. woot. it’s always good to start fresh new yorkers off on the right foot. we don’t want them going down the path of shitty and retarded. like hanging out in meat packing…or thinking murray hill is a viable area to have fun in.