When I wash dishes I always think of Rose Murphy. I think of her because when I was visiting her one time, we made some food and she washed the dishes. She filled the sink about half-way with soap and water instead of having the water constantly running. I often think about the drawbacks and benefits of the two methods.
I have been giving a little thought to blogging this weekend. I was thinking about how blogs are like journals, but journals that you post to the world. I have been thinking about how people sometimes use them to tell others how they really feel, without having to actually tell them how they feel. I was thinking about whether or not it was really that interesting to read about someone's day-to-day thoughts. And I was thinking about the narcissistic nature of the whole thing. It really nearly makes me sick.
So, do we blog to get things off our chests? Are we trying to entertain others? Do we think we are funny? Are we trying to keep our friends updated with our lives?
After posing all these questions, I think I figured out that I write to get things out of my head and to let people know a little bit about what I've been doing. I'm not really into it.
Actually, one of the biggest reasons I keep posting is because I feel like I'm building something. I'm building a long story of the stupid things that pop into my mind. It's probably one of the longest things I've ever written. If I keep at it for a year or two I'll have more useless thoughts then I could ever have imagined. And what's better than that really?
So, I'm going to see Paul Auster tonight. That should be fun. This weekend we saw "Spirited Away", had some drinks at Tosca's (in the Bronx), slept, ate Dim Sum with Kevin and Maxine (although Kevin rode around in a car looking for a parking spot for most of the time we were there), saw "Igby Goes Down", went shopping at the Virgin Megastore on 14th Street, ate dinner at Home (the restaurant), went to see Tony's show, went bowling, slept, ate at the not-so-good diner, watched "Say Anything" on DVD, went to a wake, waited in front of my cousin's house until they got home (hey, we didn't call to tell them we were coming, we just assumed they'd be home), and watched The Sopranos.
Consider yourself updated and entertained.
Posted at 16:23:43