Eccentric Flower:199903/truly madly randomly
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twelve march truly, madly, randomly I could write about a lot of things today. For example, the pope visiting with Khatami in Iran. Now there's chutzpah. Can I say "chutzpah" in connection with a Catholic? Well, he's visiting a Muslim country, so we're obviously breaking a few borders already. What the heck. Seriously - even if you dislike the papacy for political/ideological reasons, as I do, you have to admit that this gent is an amazing pope. This old man is not scared to be hands-on - he goes to places I wouldn't dare visit and fusses at politicians and says what he wants. Even though I don't agree with the way he thinks the world should be, I admire his work. But since that's all I have to say on the subject ... hmm, I guess I can't talk about that. Better pick another topic. - - - Someone on the journals mailing list commented this morning that a thing which annoys her (I think it's a her) about some journals is the way people wander all over the map, not sticking to a topic. Well, in my book people don't think like that. People digress and float when they're thinking - hence the phrase "stream of consciousness" - and that stream is what I'm trying to capture here. It's not a question of ability. I am a skilled hack who can, at this point, turn out 2500 words on any subject at the drop of a hat. That's hardly the point. That's not what the Bayou is for. If I want to write about a single coherent topic, I will write an actual essay about that topic ... and it will go to one of several places: 1. If it's about sex/gender issues, it'll end up on mouth organ. 2. If it's about history or timekeeping, Clio will write it. (The reason I've begun Clio is precisely because I have a backlog of history and calendar essays I want to write. I'm still not sure what form her area will take - it's very much under construction.) 3. Other miscellaneous essays end up in the Circular Cruises. See? A place for everything. - - - I do agree with the same person, though, when she says that it's monotonous to see all these people writing about how dull and tedious their lives are. This isn't meant to sound snide (although it probably will), but if your life is monotonous, this should be a signal to you that something is wrong. I have a lot of problems with my life, which I sometimes whine about here I have chronic insomnia I never feel like I'm accomplishing enough creatively I start too many projects I can't finish I worry about whether I'll ever make it as a writer but I also have a lot of personal inertia I neglect my love life and I was born the wrong gender dammit but my life is never boring. If it were, I'd change it. I cannot abide boredom. I shouldn't read the journal list. Since I'm a very insecure person, I worry that any comments I make sound egotistical. Regular readers will find that ironic: I've noted here before that my greatest fear is looking incompetent. So if I sound like I don't know what I'm doing, I worry I sound incompetent ... and if I sound like I do know what I'm doing, I worry I sound egotistical. And if I manage to find the line in between, I worry that I'm becoming invisible. Clearly I'm never going to be satisfied. - - - My goodness, that was meta. Not very rewarding reading, I'm sure. Well, hopefully by the time you read this there will be a new Circular Cruise to chew on, with the comments that were supposed to be in yesterday's second postcard. They stuck to a single topic too much to go here! If it's not there yet, you may assume I'm typing as fast as I can.
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