Journals, The Paper Kind
Feb. 23rd, 2011 10:31 pmI don't really do well at keeping real paper journals. I never seem to complete them somehow.
Nonetheless, I started one today. I found myself journaling about insignificant little incidents in the bus station. People watching, in effect, as I sat there with my coffee and 2000AD. Nothing to complain about. I just wanted to write my notes down on anything that happened upon me at the time.
I wanted to try something different. I wanted to try a journal that I had a fighting chance of filling cover to cover.
I started mine at the part of the book Westerners would regard as the back, and worked my way along it in Japanese page order - right to left.
A left handed journal for a left handed man, and a follower of the left hand path.
I still aim to write my blogs, on whatever topics: this journal is mine, for my thoughts, my private information alone.
My own "Rorschach journal," so to speak.
Right. I have now rearranged my binaural and subliminal MP3s in the new player. Ready to rock and roll.
More fun tomorrow.
Nonetheless, I started one today. I found myself journaling about insignificant little incidents in the bus station. People watching, in effect, as I sat there with my coffee and 2000AD. Nothing to complain about. I just wanted to write my notes down on anything that happened upon me at the time.
I wanted to try something different. I wanted to try a journal that I had a fighting chance of filling cover to cover.
I started mine at the part of the book Westerners would regard as the back, and worked my way along it in Japanese page order - right to left.
A left handed journal for a left handed man, and a follower of the left hand path.
I still aim to write my blogs, on whatever topics: this journal is mine, for my thoughts, my private information alone.
My own "Rorschach journal," so to speak.
Right. I have now rearranged my binaural and subliminal MP3s in the new player. Ready to rock and roll.
More fun tomorrow.