saturday morning blather..
saturday morning blather..
So I’m starting to get into this livejournal thing.. and the idea of people reading my posts. As I’ve become a bit more of a hermit (i.e. I haven’t been getting out much and having people come to see me more) I wonder what is happening with other ppl. I am still somewhat overwhelmed by email (I’ve been in a sort of email sabbatical for a few years - it got too much to handle, so I just kinda withdrew) I feel like I’m about to be reconnected with my life. a little over three years ago, everything came apart. Marriage. career. home. health. I went from a pretty successful computer professional to unemployed, unsuccessful as a mortgage broker, reduced to manual labor at a sign shop. But now I’ve had a couple interviews, and it seems that things are starting to pick up, and that I might soon be making a bunch more money using my head, not my hands and body, which aren’t handling the strain very well. I’ve had a couple interviews lately, and I’m kinda excited at the prospect of making good geek wages again, even if it is what I was making 10 years ago. It’ll be better than making what I made 20 years ago as I am now. I’ve got this pulled right shoulder thing going on, and something tweaked in my lower back, and a groin muscle that every now and then pokes me in the middle of a casual stroll and says “howdy, dude!! I’m a muscle that you can’t do shit about, and I’m just waiting for the right moment to fuck with your life!” I have this healing thing in my hands that fixes Michelle’s migraines instantly, and makes Kara’s arthritis pain go away, but I don’t seem to be able use it on myself. It’s kinda weird, the self-editing that goes on while I am writing this. In an email, I wouldn’t usually complain like that. But this isn’t an email. But what I write here today will be read by an increasing number of friends. Do I concern myself with how narcissistic and self-centered I let myself appear here? Well, those who are reading this did go seeking it out, didn’t they? To me a journal is the most narcissistic thing you can have - it literally is a reflection of oneself, and it takes a certain attention to self to produce it. At the moment i am writing, it’s all for me.. except if someone else is gonna read it.. Anyways, with my journals of old, if anyone was gonna read, I figured it would be some far future descendent.. i guess it can’t be a descendent since i haven’t descended into procreation.. maybe a niece or nephew (does German have a single word for that that is analogous to geschwistern , which means “brothers &/or sisters”)… but certainly not any of my contemporaries today. damned scorpio ascendent..