TGIF

friday. and i am way off my game today. first two classes less than stellar. not here mentally for whatever reason. maybe 'cause it's friday. i don'tknow.

brain isn't here in general - can't stay focused, can't think of anything to write. yet here i am, writing. for no apparent reason. and you get to readit. aren't you lucky?

finally talked to alexa last night after weeks of trying. good to catch up, albeit briefly. she's begun a blog of her own, which will be interesting to read since she doesn't believe in self-censorship, unlike, say, me. actually i'm just looking forward to being able to know how she's doing. we talked about the oddness of blogging, specifically how it differs (or at least should differ) from private journalling. i know i don't say near everything i want to here, mostly because i know people read this. and some things would be uncomfortable to talk about in public, both for me and for those that read. is that being dishonest or just recognizing your audience? should i care? i think i should. so i do. but i do realizemy blog has its limitations.

the other issue is just how i approach writing - for me, most times, i use writing to figure out what i think/believe. i don't use it to publish full-fledged ideas. i think best while i write (hard to believe sometimes if you read this) and sometimes figure things out in the process of writing. which can lead to problems if someone comes across my blog and sees me working out my salvation with fear and trembling and thinks everything i type should be taken asgospel.

reader: this is not a good idea.

most of the time i throw things out there to get a little feedback, iron sharpening iron, focus some of my thoughts. not meant to be a firm statement ofbelief.

i'm sure you all knew that already, but just in case.

so. yesterday. dec. 1. a day that will flounder in obscurity, significant only to the smallest of circles, me. i decided not to "celebrate" per se. went out to eat and graded papers, then headed down to kaldi's to see eric and liz perform. the other option was sitting at home, watching some movie and stewing in my own melancholy. and we know how much fun that is. glad i went. glad i got out. helped me not to dwell on the fact that it's been ten years now. geesh. i've entered my second decade now. and it's not a big deal for, oh, 350 days out of the year. but on those other days, it becomes a big deal. yesterday's was mild all things considered, and for that i am thankful. here's hoping i don't have arelapse.

vague and obscure much, thurm?

as much as i can be, usually.

those actually interested can talk to me and i'll be happy to fill you in. but probably not meant for public discussion (though i'm sure i've discussed ithere before).

and this has been a waste of a plan bell. and a blog entry. oh well. at least i look busy.

heading to columbus tomorrow to help brent celebrate his birthday at the thurman cafe. should be fun. have to finish his cd. and a couple others. theyseem to come in bunches, don't they?

bell's coming. must go.
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Tunes: wilco - sunken treasure