I have been reading a lot of blogs lately, trying to understand how they work. But the truth is, I don't have a kitchy idea, so I don't know how to make this work.
At least that's what I thought. I don't know. I suppose I've decided that this is less about other people and more about me. Which means, screw you kitchy idea.
I have been in the process of reconsidering spending time with Confessions again. I want to know how to explore the the roles that predominately Christian acts are recreated in a secular society. Not as a judgment or a suggestion, but rather as a platform to being conversation. I like to be able to combine prose with music in a new way, as a statement.
Because I don't know how to not be po mo.
Meow.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
To Begin
To consider life is too broad. To consider words is too overwhelming. To consider the relationship between life and words may cause cerebral hemorrhaging. And yet...
I am not a student anymore, and I thought, often, that once I wasn't a student, I would read so much more. This is not the case. Life caught up with me and I forgot about books, about other peoples and my own. I neglected journaling and I certainly avoided the concept of putting that journaling out to the world. But, in an effort to shirk my Luddite tendencies, I suppose I can face this fear. With a great deal of trepidation, but facing it, no less.
I think, though, or rather, it is making me think about the ease that comes with using social media, a Facebook post here, a Tweet there. Things that the world can see if they Google my name (why would they Google my name? I don't know). But this, with anonymity intact as much as I choose, is somehow harder.
Perhaps it is simply that we are social creatures, but being social creatures does not mean that we share our hearts with society. In truth, a protester and I probably get much closer with a sign than I do when I get coffee with a friend.
But such is the power of the written word.
I am not a student anymore, and I thought, often, that once I wasn't a student, I would read so much more. This is not the case. Life caught up with me and I forgot about books, about other peoples and my own. I neglected journaling and I certainly avoided the concept of putting that journaling out to the world. But, in an effort to shirk my Luddite tendencies, I suppose I can face this fear. With a great deal of trepidation, but facing it, no less.
I think, though, or rather, it is making me think about the ease that comes with using social media, a Facebook post here, a Tweet there. Things that the world can see if they Google my name (why would they Google my name? I don't know). But this, with anonymity intact as much as I choose, is somehow harder.
Perhaps it is simply that we are social creatures, but being social creatures does not mean that we share our hearts with society. In truth, a protester and I probably get much closer with a sign than I do when I get coffee with a friend.
But such is the power of the written word.
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