"History puts a saint in every dream"

I feel lost in a sea of social media. I'm definitely not a twitter kind of girl, and facebook isn't a forum that gives me the meaty kind of insight into other people's lives I want, nor the platform to just talk about things. Google+ befuddles me, and it's possible it's time to try to move to Dreamwidth, but for some reason I'm reluctant. My first livejournal post (to a now-abandoned journal) was August 2001. I think the only other thing that's been with me for that long is Funnyface.

I miss the days when everyone poured out their hearts on the internet, and accompanied it with silly memes about what kind of tupperware they'd be. It had it's heartbreaking moments of course, anything with that much visibility is going to be a hotbed of social posturing, and there will always be parties to which one is not invited, and people going places I cannot go.

I had, for the most part, an absolutely fabulous weekend, marred only by my occasional thoughts of "this is the last time I'm going to do X with my breasts" where X is everything from being naked in front of friends to going to Northampton.

But, but, but. I'm curled up on my couch with Skin, some kitties and some ground cherries. Yesterday I saw the Chihuly exhibit, became a member of the MFA again, played strip-movie-watching with very pretty people, got to eat stilton with preserved lemons, and got to make an absolute fool of myself by running off with a quarter of a giant watermelon and trying to eat it all off the peel. And yeah, it was a lot like sex.

Also, Peter Mulvey at Johnny D's this Wednesday. You should totally come, it's his Tom Waits cover project, Skinny Millionaires. It's so good I was willing to change our Journeyman reservations to see it.

"History puts a saint in every dream"

I feel lost in a sea of social media. I'm definitely not a twitter kind of girl, and facebook isn't a forum that gives me the meaty kind of insight into other people's lives I want, nor the platform to just talk about things. Google+ befuddles me, and it's possible it's time to try to move to Dreamwidth, but for some reason I'm reluctant. My first livejournal post (to a now-abandoned journal) was August 2001. I think the only other thing that's been with me for that long is Funnyface.

I miss the days when everyone poured out their hearts on the internet, and accompanied it with silly memes about what kind of tupperware they'd be. It had it's heartbreaking moments of course, anything with that much visibility is going to be a hotbed of social posturing, and there will always be parties to which one is not invited, and people going places I cannot go.

I had, for the most part, an absolutely fabulous weekend, marred only by my occasional thoughts of "this is the last time I'm going to do X with my breasts" where X is everything from being naked in front of friends to going to Northampton.

But, but, but. I'm curled up on my couch with Skin, some kitties and some ground cherries. Yesterday I saw the Chihuly exhibit, became a member of the MFA again, played strip-movie-watching with very pretty people, got to eat stilton with preserved lemons, and got to make an absolute fool of myself by running off with a quarter of a giant watermelon and trying to eat it all off the peel. And yeah, it was a lot like sex.

Also, Peter Mulvey at Johnny D's this Wednesday. You should totally come, it's his Tom Waits cover project, Skinny Millionaires. It's so good I was willing to change our Journeyman reservations to see it.