I’m currently in Europe for the next month so posts will most likely be absent. Expect stories/thoughts/etc when I return towards the end of June.
There is no ending to the title sentence except this sentence. This post is not about the issue or the question or becoming of things. The original intenture of the language application that follows (for what do we do but apply language?) was to convey a thought of the fleeting kind that I wished to record before it learned there was a large an interesting world out there and flew away. Now, if we were to deviate from that in a hopeless attempt to… Ah, sorry why would all of this matter to you? Instead of telling you what teh post is not about or the complications regarding it, but instead get to the content of the original post itself.
What follows is an account of sorts. I say of sorts because it is not the type of account you might be used to. This account is of a young man. What is extraordinary about this young man’s account? Well the fact that instead of typing I am analyzing every sentence, consciously or subconsciously for possible interpretations that could lead to some sort of idea about me as a person. The fact that I told you exactly that I’m doing that tells quite a bit itself in a step the other way. I told my self I wasn’t going to the fuck care at all below. However it’s not something easily stopped or remedied. But once again I digress. Back to the man’s account.
Well this young man woke up one morning on a typical day in the place where he typically woke up. Nothing was out of the ordinary is what I am trying to stress. But what exactly ordinary is is probably defined differently wherever you are. I wonder if it’s sort of the simple statistical average or linear regression or something. The norm so to speak. It is becomming hard to type, I must take my leave for now. ‘Till we meet again. (Now I search for kickass song lyrics… or just copy what I hear right now)
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I have adamantly refused to start a blog for a long time now for a variety of reasons. I finally caved and created this because I keep having thoughts in my head that I would like to remember, but never can. I also hope to use this blog as a tool for organizing my thoughts in order to examine my own consciousness.
As for why I decided to put this information on the internet, it’s mostly a product of my ego. It’s here and public on the off chance that someone might find my posts interesting or at least worth reading.
The following manifesto is mostly for my personal use to serve as a reminder for why I created this blog. It’s use to the reader is fairly limited.
My intention is to avoid turning this into a typical LiveJournal page where I write about how much life sucks. I also do not intend to write about day-to-day activities unless they spur some interesting idea. There will probably be times where I simply do a stream of consciousness post as well. I kind of like the practice of posting song lyrics at the end of posts, so I will probably do that, at least for a while. I expect my posts to vary quite a bit in level of language, civility, soberness, etc. I have no real aim nor goal with this blog so I don’t much care how I come off.
Criticisms and other thoughts are more than welcome as comments, but I will most likely not respond to comments who’s only intention is to flame.





