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stoutfellow) wrote2004-06-10 07:07 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2004-06-10 07:07 pm
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LiveJournal and Life
Normally, when I go to campus, I take my briefcase with me. Among other things, it usually holds a book for me to read during the bus ride to and from work. Today, however, we were nearly out of dog food and completely out of dog treats; I was going to have to pick them up on the way home. I buy dog food in twenty-pound bags, and carrying one while also burdened with a briefcase is... let's say "clumsy" and leave it at that.
So. On the way home today, instead of reading, I was gazing absently out the bus window, thinking of various things. At one point, the bus stopped for a bit due to a traffic tie-up. I was in the middle of mentally composing a letter when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was a plover - a killdeer, I think - wading in a drainage ditch by the side of the road. My automatic "Ooh, neat!" reaction was almost immediately joined by an effort to begin composing a livejournal entry about the sight.
I find this happening quite a bit lately; something interesting happens, and part of my mind immediately seizes on it as fodder for lj. I'm not sure whether this is a good thing. It is said that the unexamined life is not worth living, but this is not the examined life, but... what shall I call it? The edited life?
I'm reminded of the passage in Barrayar, when Cordelia arrives at her first Barrayaran social event, and is nonplussed to realize what she's missing - the crowds of reporters who would attend such an event back on Beta Colony, and the studied reactions of the participants, knowing themselves to be televised around the planet.
I don't know what to think, or whether I'm blowing up something trivial.
So. On the way home today, instead of reading, I was gazing absently out the bus window, thinking of various things. At one point, the bus stopped for a bit due to a traffic tie-up. I was in the middle of mentally composing a letter when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was a plover - a killdeer, I think - wading in a drainage ditch by the side of the road. My automatic "Ooh, neat!" reaction was almost immediately joined by an effort to begin composing a livejournal entry about the sight.
I find this happening quite a bit lately; something interesting happens, and part of my mind immediately seizes on it as fodder for lj. I'm not sure whether this is a good thing. It is said that the unexamined life is not worth living, but this is not the examined life, but... what shall I call it? The edited life?
I'm reminded of the passage in Barrayar, when Cordelia arrives at her first Barrayaran social event, and is nonplussed to realize what she's missing - the crowds of reporters who would attend such an event back on Beta Colony, and the studied reactions of the participants, knowing themselves to be televised around the planet.
I don't know what to think, or whether I'm blowing up something trivial.