Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Thursday, May 06, 2004
Have you ever given a performance for or a lecture to an audience hidden in the obscurity of a darkened auditorium? You know they're out there, but you can't see them. In reality, the auditorium could be completely empty and you'd never know.
That's the way it is a with web-based journal. You write your entries, post them, and that's it. You don't know if anyone is out there listening. Even if you have your journal set up to allow comments to be posted, the number of people posting comments does not equal the number of people reading entries. You can, of course, turn up the house lights and check the logs, but even that can be misleading, what with robots and directories and so on.
Personally this suits me. It doesn't really matter to me whether or not anyone's listening. In fact, I would almost prefer it if no one were listening -- it gives me more freedom to blather on without the fear of offending someone or, even worse, wasting their time.
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Parents hear things that no one else can.
Jared and I were waiting for the streetcar this morning when I spied a fire truck coming from the opposite direction. I turned Jared around to see it. When he saw it he called out "Fire Truck!"
At least, that's what I heard.
What's neat is that the firemen saw Jared and waved to him. Even cooler, they also rang the bell a bunch of times.
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