okay, this is funny. i just put this thing up this morning and already a friend of mine has seen it and written me. thanks mike! i feel badly that i didn't have anything more posted. so now i have the urge to ramble on for everyone else's benefit.

well this *is* a funny medium. it kind of takes the whole "diary of anne frank" syndrome that i've done plenty of writing about in my journal and makes it real.

what's that? it's the feeling, when you're journaling, that people will be reading your journals after you're dead, so you'd better make them interesting, and well written. and you'd better provide background materials. so stupid. i was self conscious like this even as a kid, writing things like "i had lunch with staci (my best friend) today" - as if i was going to somehow not know who staci was later.

when you're writing for the internet like this, maybe the thinking goes in reverse. maybe my writing will get riddled with paranoid fantasies about who might be reading this and what they'll think. if i write about my job, do i have to worry that people in the office will see it? if i talk about art project ideas, should i worry that people will steal them? and of course, most importantly, if i write about sex enough, will my ex be sorry he let me get away?

yes. probably not. almost definitely not, but we all hope you do it anyway. ;-)

i'm quite conscious, at this moment, that most blogs in the world start off with an entry that looks just like this one. maybe i should start over.

mwa ha ha. i think this is going to be an endless pit of self conscious garbage.

are blogs a cry for help? Ah, another great article.