August
10, 2002
the first official entry
Listening to:
early morning silence
2:02 am
My dream's taking shape! I have a website! I wonder what else I'll get on this
ride.
I don't think there will even be people reading this yet... but I'm
writing it anyway so one day people will see this entry in the contents and wondered what
did I write first, to absolutely no one in the beginning and hopefully the many in the
future.
Here I am, in my little (approx) 10ft x 10ft bedroom in a world entirely my own. When your room has a computer and Net access, it has no real size or boundaries. It contains however a window to an entirely endless playground with faceless children playing skip rope and swings, reading books under trees, never touching each other. Yet they're somewhat united.
... What a way to start the first entry. Psychobabble.
I came back from a terrific jazz festival at around 11:45 pm, a
spontaneous decision to go by myself and have fun (plenty!). And the Korean jazz fusion
band? Best performance yet. I don't know why I had my doubts.
Isn't it strange how some of us are more comfortable expressing emotions and truth by
packing it up into a piece of the Net and then releasing it for the entire world to see...
rather that show it to real friends and family? I find it amusing. Even though friends and
family are categorized under 'the entire world', I'd hate it if any, or maybe too many
people I know in real life are here, reading this.
Let's make a deal. If you know me, and I don't know that you're here, please, please tell me? To be completely honest, I'm not writing for people I already know, but I'm willing to make a few exceptions. Come to think of it, I'm not even writing for the faceless strangers looking in the window at me. I write to put a piece of me into a piece of the Net, some funny idea of comfort, so that I'll never forget who I am or once was. I'm writing to satisfy myself. It just so happens that I'm allowing a large number of people to watch and look in.