hair down, glasses off

they say good habits take three weeks to form.* for that reason, i've been attempting to write (and smoke crack) on a daily basis. with that goal in mind, i make it about every other day, but that's fine for me. especially since this is only for me. that's right. no one else in the entire universe knows that i'm keeping this blog, and that secrecy is incredibly seductive. i was going to forgo writing tonight because my eyes hurt, but instead, i'll just write with my eyes closed. starting NOW. and since no one is reading this, no one can complain about typos.

i had hoped to refrain from writing about the writing-- meta writing? some word from college i've forgotten. i think it's annoying and worthless to say at the beggining of a blog, "this is a new start, and hopefully i'll be able to keep this one... blahblahblah." if you already have some failed starts, chances are this one ain't going to be no different.

so katharine, please forgive, but i'm going to go on for just a short bit, just this once about why i love keeping this.
you're forgiven, katharine.
awesome. thank you, katharine.

i like that in order to access this page you enter http://WITHNOWWW. isn't that neat? it's like it'se ven MORE hidden than other websites. it's like there's not even a chance someone could mistype an internet address and come here. it really is hidden in the depths of the interweb.

along those lines, i also love the fact that the address is something i invented. again, not likely someone will stumble across it, and if they do it's pretty hard unlikely they'll no who i am.

i also like the fact that, unlike keeping a paper journal, this comes out looking somewhat finished. it contains an illusion of publication, and although i don't have great aspirations for that, it does have a certain established feel. plus, it's nice to see progress.

i enjoy changing the settings. and the template. simple minds enjoy simple pleasures. it's true.

i like the chance that someone miles and oceans away might come across this and read it, and i'll never know. and that might affect something else i'll never know about and so on and so forth. because that's life. all the things we do that we never see the results of.

and finally, i like that i can write with eyes closed or open.









*invented statistic