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27 March 1999:
Ok, the coffee is brewin' and I'm a-writin'. I was sitting here and writing an account of mine and Angela's venture to The Lighthouse, a piano bar across Highway 90 from the Greyhound terminal, but it was sounding like a cheesy screenplay for a B movie. I think it's because Peter Gabriel's playing in the background and I just can't get into the necessary irreverant mood. (don't get me wrong, I love Peter Gabriel, but... but...) wait, what's this? No, no, no, Limp Bizkit doesn't set the mood either... although... no, I can't. Hold on, dammit... CD search...
Ah-hah! One of the cd's I bought on the way to B'ham -'The King's Record Collection', a bunch of the songs Elvis covered early in his career, by the original artists. Wa-hoo!
"Well, my momma she done told me, pappa told me too, you feel like you're a-livin' son - those women be the death of you!"
Hmmm... ok, cheerfully ignoring the connotations.
I've been surfing almost as much as writing, which is rare for me, but I've been hitting Sarah's list of links. These are real people, and they are writing some of the most fascinating stuff to read on the web. After spending so much time creating what are basically on-line product brochures, this reminds me that what the Net is really here for is communication between people. What we have here is one of the strongest forces for free speech in the world, and I am gratified that people are using it and not shying away from it, but opening themselves to others.
Aahzekiel (2:34 PM): what's new?
IsabelLark (2:34 PM): ah..you know..not shit not shit
Maybe it's a Southern thing, but people here seem surprised that I'm willing to be so open on this page. I've repeatedly heard 'but if you put that on the Net, everybody can read it!' Well... duh. Why does this scare people so much? Are they doing so many things that they don't want people to know about? Does it take venturing beyond the normal accepted roles of society to be comfortable with yourself enough to talk about your inner life? I say this because it seems to me that people like some of my friends in San Francisco, who live beyond our sexual norms (and in fact beyond our legal norms here in Alabama - what a crock of shit, for lawmakers to think that they have the right to regulate love) are very comfortable with being open about themselves, even though they know that many (most?) people don't approve. Yet the people who live totally 'normal' lives find it distateful (and frightening?) to share their lives with others. Are they afraid that we'll biodegrade before them out of sheer boredom? :)
"Well, listen lemme tell you baby, what I'm talking 'bout, come on back to me, little girl, so we can play some house.
Come, baby, come... come back baby, I wanna play house with you."