The Undocumented Years

Back in the day, I had a Livejournal blog where I kept in touch with a few dozen friends and acquaintances. I used it to push out updates that I thought people might find interesting, when they had the time to read. I used to post about once a day. Reading back through those posts gives a decent feel for where I was and what I was doing at the time. The signal to noise ratio was decently high. Compare with the triviality of facebook and the raw static of Twitter. Sure, there were plenty of posts about what I had for lunch – but I can also piece together a lot of my life during those years.

Having a standalone blog like this one is different. There’s no community – and if there was a community it would be all about me and my posts. People would be checking on me in particular rather than checking in on what “the crew” was doing*. I think that’s why I feel no particular urgency to put anything here at all. The crew is gone.

I’m sort of sad that the world has moved on and I’m no longer living a documented life. I’m in a mood to get all retrospective, and I lack the tools.

Or more loosely:

You may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house?
You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to?
You may ask yourself, am I right, am I wrong?
You may say to yourself, my god, what have I done?

*: Yes, I’m aware of RSS feeds. I offer them. The point stands.

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