.... when Open Diary was still going, I used to take writing more seriously. I would check the calendar to see how many days I’d written in a given month, and if I hadn’t written almost every day I would make sure I wrote more and caught up. The calendar would tell me how many times I’d written in a year and I could compare one year with another.
I heard lately that the renewal of Open Diary is going to be over for good perhaps at the end of this month? It doesn’t matter. I regretted losing all my entries for a while but I don’t care anymore. The internet is this vast vat of information that we pour ourselves into - but it doesn’t matter. Unless of course we are running for office, or are accused of a crime, or want to get a job. It won’t necessarily matter in those circumstances, but it might.
In addition to the millions of words I’ve lost, I’ve probably lost a couple thousands of photographs. I managed to sort of save some of the pictures a few years ago when I took Facebook up on an offer and bought a book of the photos I’d posted there. Facebook was never my go to web site. I was only there some of the time. It wasn’t that pour your heart out places Open Diary and Prosebox are. On the other hand I was pretty sure that the photos I posted there were good ones even if they weren’t compromising. The book came, and I still have it. It’s a nice hard cover book and a long with my ‘prime’ pictures there are a lot of the captions I put on them. So I figure I do have a record of what I lived during the first quarter of this century. Seems like it cost maybe seventy dollars.
I haven’t taken a lot of pictures since and I’ve posted hardly any. Regrets? I have a few. Just like the some lyrics. Me and Frank Sinatra.
I guess if I had to pick, I’d rather have been me than Frank. Deep subject. Deep and silly.
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Jim and I went to lunch today in college town. T-Bocks. Sat at a high table in the middle of the place. Lots to look at. I had chicken teriyaki - rice, broccoli, chicken and a sauce that was a little too hot for me. Good though. Waiter said it was the healthiest thing on the menu.
Then we went to the book store. It’s new books so they aren’t as cheap as used books, but I like to go there once in a while. Usually at Christmas time I spend some money there, but this year I didn’t get a chance to shop, so today I bought two of Jo Nesbo’s books. Red Breast and Wolf Hour. Wolf Hour is set in Minneapolis which I find kind of interesting. Red Breast starts out with a legend that the robin’s red breast was a gift from the crucified Christ in thanks for the birds pulling a thorn from his head. I always thought it was because the robin fanned the fire to warm the stable where the Babe was born. Both are interesting ideas.
I almost thought I saw a robin today. I will need to keep my eyes open.
Then we stopped at WalMart and bought a bunch of stuff. I got a pair of sweatpants and RED shoes. I’m not sure those were good decisions but like much of life - what the heck.
The Ice Cream Truck is getting new tires. Lots of life. Lots of money. Oh well.
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City son and his wife are in D.C. A business trip for Deb to coincide with cherry blossom time. They went last year too. Jim got a texted photo of supper - oysters, I think.
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Ok, guys, thanks for stopping by. Have a good tonight and tomorrow. I hope the sun shines for us all.
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