My boss's little pixie-cutie daughter is in the office today. She's standing behind me as I write this, asking me questions about all the things on my desk. Fortunately she's two so she can't read that I'm not really working.
I've been thinking about blogging lately. I know a lot of you have migrated to other services besides LJ and many of you have said it's better because you feel freer to say whatever you want, less scrutinized perhaps.
I've been thinking for a long time about anonymously setting up camp somewhere else, blogspot or vox or something, an assumed name, no identifying biographical information. I find I like talking to lots and lots of people, sharing music etc. but actually knowing my audience really limits what I'm willing to write about. I often compose long posts (in my head) that never make it down because they are full of things I might be comfortable saying to any number of you, individually on the phone, but putting it out publicly seems somehow too exposing.
I suspect it's not surprising to any of my real life friends that I want to talk endlessly, but not about anything personal, or that I want anonymity in discussing anything emotional. I'm sure this a failing of some sort on my part, but really, do I care? Naw.
So, I started typing this, just to comment on my recent thoughts about a new blog where no one knows me. In the course of typing it, I've been stopping every few sentences and poking around online and getting a new place set up. I don't know if I'll really use it. Or if I do if it'll interfere in my sporadic, disconnected posting over here.
It's an experiment, as today launches a significant, though positive change in my life (more on that later today if I have time), I think it's good time to start journaling for no audience and see what happens. And, yeah, I could do it like on paper, but the exhibitionistic nature of the internet is sort of addicting, so I'll just stick with that.