2005-05-12 - 11:53 p.m.
What I'm listening to: Tchikovsky (sp?)-Serenade for Strings.
No, I am not trying to set a world record for blog entries on one day. Just taking a break from painting. I had forgotten how relaxing it is, but also how important it is to come away from it once and a while and look at your own work with fresh eyes.
I started to look over my old blog entries, to read about my first encounter with the lady that I had coffee with this afternoon. I wanted to see what I thought about her when I first met her, and use this as a springboard for some of the other memories that have been vaulted, etc.
Among the entries I found a piece that mentioned that an elder once told me to write a letter to myself for the future, etc. Well, this blog has turned into that letter. Looking back, at all the ups and downs, various parties, etc, it has formed an interesting personal narrative archive. Discursively, it has in so many words formed a part of my identity, when I look to the past to figure out the present. In its process of becoming, it has been a chronicle of a journey over the past few months. It is a wealthy resource, accessible through almost any computer all over the world that has internet access.
Time and space are of some issue here, and I find this type of narrative to be fairly engaging. Something is forgotten, then recalled at will, and used as a springboard for memory.
This process has been therapudic tonight, along with painting. It reminded me of what makes part of my identity. In reading pieces that I have wrote for other's eyes, it has reminded me, through little bits here and there of diary-esque writing, what I used to do, what and how I used to feel in different situations. I see a pattern developing, of high and low points, and how to deal with them.
Point, khansahib.
