Meanderings and Wanderings

[temperance14]

Just to write as I want, in small spurts at my desk, instead of when I can get away at break. Sorry for all this. Was thinking about writing today--in LJ, in private journal, in assigned pieces. And not having the time to think the process through, properly---let alone the time to write, proof, and edit. But you have to write---it's like blood flow---your head and hand need to write, to muse on random thought, and get those concepts down as chosen words on paper, to keep. Or with light/electricity/magnetism, to share.
Yeah, I know---clutter.


What is safe to write in LJ? Must always remember—it is public. Even with a lockdown of friends only, or limited/special interest groups---it’s public. What was once private, secret, may be passed elsewhere, inadvertently or otherwise. It may offend. There may be vents—minor, trivial, but that need to be let--but cannot risk hurt feelings.
Vents are explosive--may be passed on, reinterpreted, or simply expanding in the telling.

LJ should express yourself—but not too much, not too deeply. Communicate with friends—but who, which ones, what groups? (yes, we are always in groups or foci or divides). You want to let friends/passersby know the real you---but not too much, for you want them to stay friends. Even if there are no harsh words for others---if you express harsh words toward yourself, you can lose the respect of others. LJ is for extroverts, optimists, doers, hobbyists, travelers, artisans, performers, explorers--respected journaling. But some of us…just poke our fingers outside of the wall, to see what impressions we make in the dirt.

LJ should express yourself in all your moods, fair and foul---but not all of that. Most people do not want to see an underside. You wander through strange woods to see new and beautiful foliage---not to turn over rocks and see the maggots.

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What is the root(s) of the word meander? Ah….a convoluted river in what is now western Turkey. http://www.word-detective.com/081203.html.

Comments

[agengrgal.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm . . . maggots! :o) Good blurb on LJ is . . . but LJ isn't . . .

[tsgeisel.livejournal.com]

I am the sort of person who wants to know *everything* about my friends, underside or not. Intimate knowledge helps me turn an acquaintance into a friend - or at least a more intimate stranger.

In return, I post nearly everything about myself. I don't require everyone to read my LJ. I fully expect there are people out there who skim my posts about work, or my daily recaps, or might not click through some of my lj-cuts. I don't care. I would be writing the same whether it was one person reading my LJ or one million people. My LJ is for *me* and nobody else.

We all use LJ for different purposes. I post to LJ for me, because it's more effective than screaming, and more useful sometimes than writing in a private journal. Which is not to say that your opinion and feelings are any less valid. But, hey, some of us appreciate the maggots of the forest just as much as the trees. (ewww...)

Indeed, much better than screaming

[temperance14.livejournal.com]

And it feels good, sometimes, to make opinions and feelings public.

One reason I tried Live Journal--to show people my maggots (double ewwww...)
;-)

Nice meeting you, by the way.

[barelyproper.livejournal.com]

I post the whole of me here... good and bad. Anyone who doesnt like it can suck my big toe.

Yeah, I know

[temperance14.livejournal.com]

And it's similar to what I wrote in my very first post.

I just miss writing on the spur of the moment. I miss just musing about what goes on in my head.

I just thought I tried to spend the day, writing down what went on in my head.

Didn't work. Started up some more notes about 10:30---and the work desk kind of exploded.

And I had Cosmic Imperative plugged into my head from the computer, I'm embarassed to admit. Listening to another person's words and voice does not let your own take their own path.

Had notes in my head about the beauty of the lands when the train runs through them, and the beauty of this mock fall morning.
Had my own blues lyrics gathering in my head....words, then rhymes...and tried to connect them in shuffle rhythm, in a 12 bar space.
By 10:30 I was wondering at my current addiction to Cosmic Imperative, astrology, my fantasies of the near future, and fears of the present. My god, my goddess, my religion, my atheism, my heretic anger, my desperate faith, my angels and demons. Belief and hope in so many systems, so many probably just superstition. And the superstistions that offer more philosophy and faith than religion.

But didn't get any of it down today.

I miss mind mapping. Just starting with a thought, on paper. Sometimes a just a word, sometimes a phrase. Maybe a doodle, or a note of a scene. And then start writing/drawing a web out from that center, of ideas and throughts. It's relaxing, and it lets me expand outward, from where ever I'm tucked and fastened in for the day.

And this response has wandered a bit far afield, for a reply.

Love you dearie. Had a load of fun this weekend. I think sharing the music was the best part. Still have 'Lady Marmalade" and 'Jenny Pluck Pears' running through my head.

Re: Yeah, I know

[barelyproper.livejournal.com]

Well, carry a notepad and jot it down as it comes

[internet-addict.livejournal.com]

LJ is like having a conversation in a restaurant, or other public place. There's always the danger someone will overhear. Despite that, sometimes there are things you just have to vocalize.