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Am I that friggin' cryptic?
Jun. 2nd, 2003 02:53 amI got an email from my mom. I'd love to put the entire email up here, if only to vindicate my weird writing style as hereditary. Instead, I'm just going to quote her first line: Read some of your journal. Don't understand a word. Guess that's the idea.
Should I be scared that my mom found my LJ? Nah. I don't live at home anymore, so most of my gripes have nothing to do with her (though some still have to do with my fuddup home town). I suppose I created the situation: I built the computer she's using to surf the web.
She wrote a bibliography of Sicily and Sicilian-Americans. The thing is huge and I hope she gets it published sometime. It may not be essays or a novel, but it's still more impressive than anything I ever got published.
Speaking of books: Softpro in Burlington is probably moving to a smaller location in Waltham soon. I have a habit of buying my computer books there. I didn't buy anything last time I was in (even though I usually kick in some good scratch) and now I feel guilty. I am employed, unlike a lot of the (more talented) geeks I know. Then again, I canlt single-handedly save the store that didn't hire me the first month I lived in Boston.
I think I have lost track of why I keep an LJ. I have spent a lot of my spare time with computers. When I look back, I don't know that I want my unedited journals from my tribulations with electrons to be my opus major. I'd rather that the funny stuff made the grade. Is an LJ meant for venting, logging events, handing out quips? All of these, perhaps in separate journals? Perhaps I should put the type of journal entry in the subject line. I'd appreciate comments.
By the way, I saw Haiku Tunnel today. It's a story of a nebbishy dude in San Francisco and a week of his life at a job. It made me cringe in my chair a lot, but I really liked it. My ex-roomie showed it to me because the character reminded him of me and my days in the temping maelstrom.
-shout outs to the 3-1-5, Dante
Should I be scared that my mom found my LJ? Nah. I don't live at home anymore, so most of my gripes have nothing to do with her (though some still have to do with my fuddup home town). I suppose I created the situation: I built the computer she's using to surf the web.
She wrote a bibliography of Sicily and Sicilian-Americans. The thing is huge and I hope she gets it published sometime. It may not be essays or a novel, but it's still more impressive than anything I ever got published.
Speaking of books: Softpro in Burlington is probably moving to a smaller location in Waltham soon. I have a habit of buying my computer books there. I didn't buy anything last time I was in (even though I usually kick in some good scratch) and now I feel guilty. I am employed, unlike a lot of the (more talented) geeks I know. Then again, I canlt single-handedly save the store that didn't hire me the first month I lived in Boston.
I think I have lost track of why I keep an LJ. I have spent a lot of my spare time with computers. When I look back, I don't know that I want my unedited journals from my tribulations with electrons to be my opus major. I'd rather that the funny stuff made the grade. Is an LJ meant for venting, logging events, handing out quips? All of these, perhaps in separate journals? Perhaps I should put the type of journal entry in the subject line. I'd appreciate comments.
By the way, I saw Haiku Tunnel today. It's a story of a nebbishy dude in San Francisco and a week of his life at a job. It made me cringe in my chair a lot, but I really liked it. My ex-roomie showed it to me because the character reminded him of me and my days in the temping maelstrom.
-shout outs to the 3-1-5, Dante
