A certain state of mind is required to achieve a certain outcome, I guess?

hi witold,
two things:

1) the sound of the engine cooling is a wonderful thing. especially, if one is using the car's hood as a chaise lounge.

2) what you have written is not nonsense. i foresee no shoulder tapping. not that it would matter ;)

That's the problem with this webloging thing i guess. Anyone can keep a journal, as private and as mundane as they see fit. But something else happens when you decided to put something out there, on the interwebnet. Once you get past the sheer, "because it's there", and voyeuristic aspects what are you left with? For me it's a way of putting everything into context, albeit a subjective one. Obsessively chronicling the passing days, and the things that would of been otherwise forgotten. Some days there are objective things to discuses. Movies, art, politics, etc. But things get slippery when you start trying to pin down how you felt at at a particular time and how you share that with an omnidirectional and omnipresent audience. I am not a spiritual person, but it almost becomes a kind of litney or prayer. Voicing things out into the open because they have meaning, and that meaning is enough of a reason to voice them.

As an aside look into Henry Darger's weather journals. For years he chronicled the weather in chicago. Pitting his observations against the weatherman's, keeping notations and descriptions in a terse 'hemingway' like language. Looking at it now gives insight into the character of a man. There is something about that that is important, seemingly meaningful. Back then it was just obsessive neurotic rambling.

this sadly reminds me of my boyfriends's last trip to London. The batteries died in his camera just as we were on our way to see all the "sights". He was consumed with the task of fixing this camera, when I mentioned that perhaps he could just enjoy the sights (what a concept) without recording it. His reply confuses me to this day. He said "Oh, yes...for the memories." I said "No, not for the memories...for the present. To enjoy the present right now!!" Now we are getting into another postings territory. I'll stop here.

there will never be any shoulder-tapping... another wonderful entry :)

If anyone taps you on the shoulder, just conk them over the head.  I hereby give you permission.

Thank you so much for these amazing comments... : )

i used to think I had "lost" a day when I did not write about it or take a picture of it. but I look back and see the best times of my life were when I just did things and didn't worry about recording them. it's the quandary of the examined life, I guess. either way, I like what you have to say.

Memory is a wonderful thing. It naturally fades away the negative memories (if not block them altogether) and the nice ones are easily recoverable. Photos can't do that.

Here you have the freedom of shoulder tappers and if you ever feel their presence open the gates and let loose the hounds.