We meet again.
For those picking up where we once left off, or curious from where I may have come, it may be noted that my blogging habit died in 2006. Perhaps my life became sufficiently uninteresting at that point. In retrospect, if there was a time of uninteresting at all, it has most certainly past. And while my current day-to-days do not represent a burgeoning of change, I do foresee that my chronicles shall reflect the major evolutions that the future will most certainly bring (hopefully sooner rather than later for this poor impatient soul).
I was quite partial to that Xanga page, but was pressed by a dear friend to write again (if perhaps for its therapeutic qualities) and move to Blogger, by complaint that "Xanga is too old school!" Connectedness to my Google account definitely helps, though I'm going to need to modify the layout to look a bit closer to the ol' Xanga, if anything out of nostalgia--I just need that huge terrible picture of Yoshi!
For the blog title, I wistfully wondered what the new name should be. As an aside, I was more-than-half-tempted to write a post that would have unintentionally served as a carbon copy of my last Xanga post. Aye, I look back now and I see that I have changed a fair bit, learnt a thing or two. A little embarrassed I was to see that my sentiments now were surprisingly similar to that of yore. But I don't deny it, much has changed, and I wonder how much has broke. I've got some theories, but that may be for another time, place, or medium. And while I have some soreness, I am lost as for what I would have named my blog were I to come with a fresh name at this outset. And so, I abdicate from that task, and this incarnation inherits the name of its predecessor.
Also, the Xanga actually has older posts that were hidden from back in the time capsule, just as a last rite performed burying the material I had written into it. Perhaps I shall purchase a minimal subscription to Xanga premium to obtain a digital copy of all those posts, or maybe I may brush up my skills and write a crawler to gather them for me. Even I have not read them since they day they were buried, so perhaps I may stumble onto old gems of days forgot, so I may remember them once more.
And that represents sentiments I've been encountering too often recently--warmth once known, forgot, and rediscovered. And while I'm happy to have them back, when reflecting, I am saddened that I ever lost them at all. And in further thoughts, I fear loss of them again. I fear in the face of the possibility that, upon the reuniting with that which I dearly loved, that I should be poisoned against delighting in it again. While the law of diminishing returns may bleakly dictate that all fountains must run dry, I find the anguish crushing, that a source of so much reaped happiness is gone. It has happened at least once, and I wish it not to happen again to me.
But this is very depressing talk. I am done being depressed. This is the premiere mark I have etched in the digital sands of time since then. And perhaps I shall know ye', old friendly blog, once more.
Obviously, if you are here, you know of me. A great gladness I had with my Xanga is the style of my entries; somewhere between a chronicle of the day and a stream-of-consciousness of thoughts. I enjoy and abhor the verbosity of my writing--but I have always associated this with my blogging persona, and that does not end now. Not to mention, I find I write the way I talk. There's a habit I've been taking recently of taking a "Song of the Day," so some posts may come with them. I used to religiously post daily, and I don't know if I shall continue that, though I know that I would if I get back into my own groove.
I've got a swirl of thoughts in my mind; perhaps I could tell you what I just did five minutes ago, or about my current views on romance, or my outlook on my career path, or the traveling I've done and wish to do, or that which has changed between now and then. However, I feel I shall continue this at another time. Soon, the sun shall rise, and my head is spinning from both the plurality of topics on my mind and simple exhaustion.
Until then, cheers.
For those picking up where we once left off, or curious from where I may have come, it may be noted that my blogging habit died in 2006. Perhaps my life became sufficiently uninteresting at that point. In retrospect, if there was a time of uninteresting at all, it has most certainly past. And while my current day-to-days do not represent a burgeoning of change, I do foresee that my chronicles shall reflect the major evolutions that the future will most certainly bring (hopefully sooner rather than later for this poor impatient soul).
I was quite partial to that Xanga page, but was pressed by a dear friend to write again (if perhaps for its therapeutic qualities) and move to Blogger, by complaint that "Xanga is too old school!" Connectedness to my Google account definitely helps, though I'm going to need to modify the layout to look a bit closer to the ol' Xanga, if anything out of nostalgia--I just need that huge terrible picture of Yoshi!
For the blog title, I wistfully wondered what the new name should be. As an aside, I was more-than-half-tempted to write a post that would have unintentionally served as a carbon copy of my last Xanga post. Aye, I look back now and I see that I have changed a fair bit, learnt a thing or two. A little embarrassed I was to see that my sentiments now were surprisingly similar to that of yore. But I don't deny it, much has changed, and I wonder how much has broke. I've got some theories, but that may be for another time, place, or medium. And while I have some soreness, I am lost as for what I would have named my blog were I to come with a fresh name at this outset. And so, I abdicate from that task, and this incarnation inherits the name of its predecessor.
Also, the Xanga actually has older posts that were hidden from back in the time capsule, just as a last rite performed burying the material I had written into it. Perhaps I shall purchase a minimal subscription to Xanga premium to obtain a digital copy of all those posts, or maybe I may brush up my skills and write a crawler to gather them for me. Even I have not read them since they day they were buried, so perhaps I may stumble onto old gems of days forgot, so I may remember them once more.
And that represents sentiments I've been encountering too often recently--warmth once known, forgot, and rediscovered. And while I'm happy to have them back, when reflecting, I am saddened that I ever lost them at all. And in further thoughts, I fear loss of them again. I fear in the face of the possibility that, upon the reuniting with that which I dearly loved, that I should be poisoned against delighting in it again. While the law of diminishing returns may bleakly dictate that all fountains must run dry, I find the anguish crushing, that a source of so much reaped happiness is gone. It has happened at least once, and I wish it not to happen again to me.
But this is very depressing talk. I am done being depressed. This is the premiere mark I have etched in the digital sands of time since then. And perhaps I shall know ye', old friendly blog, once more.
Obviously, if you are here, you know of me. A great gladness I had with my Xanga is the style of my entries; somewhere between a chronicle of the day and a stream-of-consciousness of thoughts. I enjoy and abhor the verbosity of my writing--but I have always associated this with my blogging persona, and that does not end now. Not to mention, I find I write the way I talk. There's a habit I've been taking recently of taking a "Song of the Day," so some posts may come with them. I used to religiously post daily, and I don't know if I shall continue that, though I know that I would if I get back into my own groove.
I've got a swirl of thoughts in my mind; perhaps I could tell you what I just did five minutes ago, or about my current views on romance, or my outlook on my career path, or the traveling I've done and wish to do, or that which has changed between now and then. However, I feel I shall continue this at another time. Soon, the sun shall rise, and my head is spinning from both the plurality of topics on my mind and simple exhaustion.
Until then, cheers.
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