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We will push on into that mystery
Aug. 4th, 2006 09:57 amThis morning on the train I was feeling indecisive about music and ended up settling on an old favorite, Dar Williams album "The Green World" which almost made me cry a couple times. Not that it's a bad thing. I mean, it's Friday, conventional wisdom says I should be celebratory and light with thoughts towards pending drunken activities, but fck conventional wisdom. It feels better to be vulnerable and moved.
And then I got into the office and shortly thereafter checked my e-mail, because I had already completed the one task I'd been given, and there was a message from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sorting_laundry about the death of someone from my past, the first youth minister I knew at the church where we grew up, he died unexpectedly yesterday. The news unlocked a box of memories and stories I had forgotten was even in the back of the closet. I'm still sorting through them and will maybe start writing some of them down somewhere.
But it also made me thinking about being online and staying connected to pieces of history, and how K (sorting_laundry) found out from her brother who found out from another person from our past via MySpace. And then I'm thinking about how long I've known K, somewhere in the neighborhood of 17 years which seems astounding, and how many connections are here on this journal. People I've read for years but have never met, people I've exchanged mail and text messages, people I've slept with, people who've slept on my couch or I on theirs, people I've lived with, people who've seen me drunk, people who've made me laugh, people I've loved and love still, maybe in different ways. Ok, my language is taking a turn towards Hallmark sappiness that I'm not intending, it's really just more one of those times where I take a step back and think about how I've been writing here for almost 7 years and it unites the majority of areas of my life, and maybe if my dad got a livejournal account, maybe that would get fixed too, and last night we watched V for Vendetta which was a bit overlong but generally entertaining and enjoyable and certainly not really subversive or radical, just maybe liberal and I could delve into more of those parts, but it seems silly to go there, because really my favorite part was about words. Words matter. Words have meaning. I mean, yeah. Of course. But still.
And then I got into the office and shortly thereafter checked my e-mail, because I had already completed the one task I'd been given, and there was a message from
sorting_laundry about the death of someone from my past, the first youth minister I knew at the church where we grew up, he died unexpectedly yesterday. The news unlocked a box of memories and stories I had forgotten was even in the back of the closet. I'm still sorting through them and will maybe start writing some of them down somewhere.But it also made me thinking about being online and staying connected to pieces of history, and how K (
sorting_laundry) found out from her brother who found out from another person from our past via MySpace. And then I'm thinking about how long I've known K, somewhere in the neighborhood of 17 years which seems astounding, and how many connections are here on this journal. People I've read for years but have never met, people I've exchanged mail and text messages, people I've slept with, people who've slept on my couch or I on theirs, people I've lived with, people who've seen me drunk, people who've made me laugh, people I've loved and love still, maybe in different ways. Ok, my language is taking a turn towards Hallmark sappiness that I'm not intending, it's really just more one of those times where I take a step back and think about how I've been writing here for almost 7 years and it unites the majority of areas of my life, and maybe if my dad got a livejournal account, maybe that would get fixed too, and last night we watched V for Vendetta which was a bit overlong but generally entertaining and enjoyable and certainly not really subversive or radical, just maybe liberal and I could delve into more of those parts, but it seems silly to go there, because really my favorite part was about words. Words matter. Words have meaning. I mean, yeah. Of course. But still.
