I started my online journal for a host of reasons a couple years ago right around the beginning of Spring semester. I started it in large part to give vent to a ton of emotional crapola that I had been misdirecting, stifling, repressing, and in general badly coping with. I think the online journal helped. I needed to face certain realities about myself, and for whatever reason doing so in a candid (many would say too candid) fashion was important.
I'd been thinking about that today, in my office on the first day of the Spring semester, Valentine's Day, with Lauren and I both dressed up (she all in red and white, myself in grays and a pinkish floral tie, both of us wearing fresh red carnations). The fact that I am actually celebrating Valentine's Day is a testament to the changes in my life.
I've felt like changing the way I do the journal, motivated by how much life has changed in all ways for me. When I saw Rachelle Loyear's blogger-blog go up, I got to thinking I could make my own. So here 'tis. So far, I like the simplified interface. I was getting a little tired of writing everything as HTML code.
I'd been thinking about that today, in my office on the first day of the Spring semester, Valentine's Day, with Lauren and I both dressed up (she all in red and white, myself in grays and a pinkish floral tie, both of us wearing fresh red carnations). The fact that I am actually celebrating Valentine's Day is a testament to the changes in my life.
I've felt like changing the way I do the journal, motivated by how much life has changed in all ways for me. When I saw Rachelle Loyear's blogger-blog go up, I got to thinking I could make my own. So here 'tis. So far, I like the simplified interface. I was getting a little tired of writing everything as HTML code.
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Rachelle and I-- that is to say, the Wifey and me-- have a long standing ritual of deliberately not celebrating Valentines Day. Rachelle has always thought it was a crass commercialization of love, and some of the worst mistakes I've made in my life have been Valentines day gifts. She observed, some years ago, that we're so corny together that every other day of the year is kinda like Valentines to us.
Which is all by way of saying: I'm glad somebody is getting something out of it. Kudos and congrats! Vive Hallmark!
Yrs,
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