It’s been a slower start for me, but then I’d spent a slow year or two at JS: I suspect there’ll be a few more features available here by the time I’m setting my place in order and maybe even sometimes writing again Welcome back already…
I suppose I’d say it’s an art that can’t dispense with science. If nearly everyone does take photographs these days, well, there can’t be many people who have never drawn anything, or never written a few lines of something-or-other and called the result a poem. We’re not all poets or artists or photographers, and the work of those who are tends to have a concentrated potential to show us the world in aspects we haven’t seen before, to focus our attention and to bring us something more than our daily lives get around to noticing, whether or not it’s been there in front of us all along. Something like that…
I guess the point of all achievements has to be looked for in what they mean to you and to anyone around who will care enough to celebrate them. Everyone else… well, some people manage to use others’ low expectations of them as fuel and motivation. Otherwise there’s not much for it but to ignore the stuff as best you may and get on with living whatever life matters to you, which is quite hard enough most of the time. Well, that’s my take on it, but I’m a ruthless sort…
Yes, and well you might - I’m not saying we should get used to things, just that we inevitably kind of do and then when life eventually does get better we feel it. Seems to me that what you’re writing about is important, because as an old song puts it “life is the only thing worth living for” and any one out of headaches and feeling stuck and being out of contact with friends and living with folks lacking in thought and consideration can sure get in the way of it, never mind the whole freaking lot of them at once.
I agree completely on how it’s easier when nobody notices you’re feeling miserable. Whether they’d be miserable in sympathy or resent your spoiling their day or whatever. I think there are about three people I’m content to have see whatever’s real for me - it’s taken me a long time to find them - and much of the rest of life’s a stupid painted smile. Then, I’m not at all sure whether anything would be improved if we could look at everyone else on the bus and see how they were feeling. It’s downright scary now I think of it Different of course when it’s someone you see every day that you have to hope not to be noticed by.
Sorry, serious rambling here, I should be asleep already.
This is Journalspace… hmm… I think they say “powered by” Wordpress, but, yes, it’s certainly confusing, and I don’t help myself by having a Wordpress account too. The other site you mention - keepconnectedlive? - looks quite similar too. Perhaps I’ll find my way there if I’m going to get around to writing anything much, it seems to be used by real people whose writing I can understand and some of whom I remember, as distinct from the spambots and Chinese writers who may or may not be spambots by whom this place is occupied lately. Still, there’s a certain post-apocalyptic charm to finding oneself among the last Westerners and perhaps the last humans here, left to forage the deserted supermarkets for cans whose contents though officially long since expired may yet be edible. I can even get away with being called John when I’d been Paul all my life But, yes, I’ve been remiss with many things lately: it’s good to have found you again.
It’s been a slower start for me, but then I’d spent a slow year or two at JS: I suspect there’ll be a few more features available here by the time I’m setting my place in order and maybe even sometimes writing again
Welcome back already…
Commented on the post One Day At A Time on the blog http://fitz.journalspace.com.I suppose I’d say it’s an art that can’t dispense with science. If nearly everyone does take photographs these days, well, there can’t be many people who have never drawn anything, or never written a few lines of something-or-other and called the result a poem. We’re not all poets or artists or photographers, and the work of those who are tends to have a concentrated potential to show us the world in aspects we haven’t seen before, to focus our attention and to bring us something more than our daily lives get around to noticing, whether or not it’s been there in front of us all along. Something like that…
Commented on the post Digital Age on the blog http://emberdragon.journalspace.com.I guess the point of all achievements has to be looked for in what they mean to you and to anyone around who will care enough to celebrate them. Everyone else… well, some people manage to use others’ low expectations of them as fuel and motivation. Otherwise there’s not much for it but to ignore the stuff as best you may and get on with living whatever life matters to you, which is quite hard enough most of the time. Well, that’s my take on it, but I’m a ruthless sort…
Commented on the post So Tired on the blog http://confusedwoman.journalspace.com.Thanks: well, thank the moon and that solitary streetlight for the lighting, I didn’t interfere
Commented on the post Seeing things on the blog http://terebinth.journalspace.com.
Commented on the post on the blog http://amphethena.journalspace.com.Yes, and well you might - I’m not saying we should get used to things, just that we inevitably kind of do and then when life eventually does get better we feel it. Seems to me that what you’re writing about is important, because as an old song puts it “life is the only thing worth living for” and any one out of headaches and feeling stuck and being out of contact with friends and living with folks lacking in thought and consideration can sure get in the way of it, never mind the whole freaking lot of them at once.
I agree completely on how it’s easier when nobody notices you’re feeling miserable. Whether they’d be miserable in sympathy or resent your spoiling their day or whatever. I think there are about three people I’m content to have see whatever’s real for me - it’s taken me a long time to find them - and much of the rest of life’s a stupid painted smile. Then, I’m not at all sure whether anything would be improved if we could look at everyone else on the bus and see how they were feeling. It’s downright scary now I think of it
Different of course when it’s someone you see every day that you have to hope not to be noticed by.
Sorry, serious rambling here, I should be asleep already.
Commented on the post More Headaches. on the blog http://pinkicecubes.journalspace.com.Hi Elin,
This is Journalspace… hmm… I think they say “powered by” Wordpress, but, yes, it’s certainly confusing, and I don’t help myself by having a Wordpress account too. The other site you mention - keepconnectedlive? - looks quite similar too. Perhaps I’ll find my way there if I’m going to get around to writing anything much, it seems to be used by real people whose writing I can understand and some of whom I remember, as distinct from the spambots and Chinese writers who may or may not be spambots by whom this place is occupied lately. Still, there’s a certain post-apocalyptic charm to finding oneself among the last Westerners and perhaps the last humans here, left to forage the deserted supermarkets for cans whose contents though officially long since expired may yet be edible. I can even get away with being called John when I’d been Paul all my life
But, yes, I’ve been remiss with many things lately: it’s good to have found you again.
Commented on the post Seeing things on the blog http://terebinth.journalspace.com.