I figured that today was a good day to flip the pancakes and finally start a blog. After much prodding from Sergi (who just so happens to be a blogger himself), I was hesitant to create a google account so I could be listed as his "follower." I mean, what the hell? Why not, right? I've always been skeptical of cyberspace, buuuut, now that I have made an account, I'm hoping that blogging will keep the wheels turning, the fires burning, the pancakes simmering– whatever you want to label it as, I've officially decided that blogging will help me keep that flicker of creativity lit, before the monotony of Mondays and Tuesdays stomps it out. So, I guess I should thank my dear friend, Sergi, for propelling me into the blogosphere, so...thanks.
Well, I am slightly unsure of how I should go about this. I've always gotten the impression that blogs are more or less journal entries. Don't worry, I will not be writing any "dear diary," style recollections of the day. One of the things that both Sergi and I noted about journaling is the inconsistency that we often encounter in writing formal entries. "Dear Diary, I know it's been a long time since I've written in here but...[insert big event here]." It always has to be the big mind-rattling events that make me feel obligated to "let it all out" via pen and paper. And I will admit, I always feel like I just took a yoga class or something after I finally force myself to hunker down next to my reading lamp and devote a good hour or so to writing. It's like your mind finally exhaled a long breath after holding it in for so long. It's always been a battle for me to get into this groove of writing, regardless of any big events that may or may not occur. But I guess that is the challenge of many writers: inspiration. But anyways, this "blogging" seems different in my mind, because it doesn't necessarily carry the same poetic sense of formality that hard-core journaling does. I'd never really considered that before...different forms (BREEDS!), of journaling– how curious!
On a different note (pun intended), I've been listening to a new band lately called Galaxie 500. I wish I had known more about nineties music when I was actually living in the nineties. Although, the album I'm on, On Fire, was finished in the late eighties. BUT, the reason I associate it with the nineties is that it influenced another band called Carissa's Weird that led me to finding Galaxie 500..same lo-fi laid back rock of late eighties/early nineties feel. I picture myself sitting in a garage on a folding chair, nodding my head to the band (who would, incidentally, all be wearing flannel shirts and black converse), sipping a Tab soda and possibly smoking a cigarette. Smoke flavored fluerescent lights turned on low to heat up the room in winter months. I don't know why this is, but for some reason I always picture a scene like this taking place on the Northeast coast, and the weather would be overcast. Anyways, as a token of my departure, I leave you with this to ponder:
"Well I'm lookin at the snowflakes
and they all look the same"
