"and I will tell you mine"

I'm very spacey today, the cold and the cold medicine fighting it out on the battlefield of my face. I keep half-writing livejournal posts (I feel like I keep saying this) and deleting them, or moving them offline.

I'm dwelling on my own fascination with other people's stories. I'm wondering if part of the reason I liked Asshat was because he found himself infinitely interesting, and could talk about himself all the time.

I want to know things about people. Not all the people, of course, just the interesting ones. I want to see other people's to-read lists, their netflix queues, their best road-trip songs. I want to ask about their gods, their favorite board games, their disappointments, what they've got on their key-rings, why they named their pets what they did, what lines of poetry they carry around, their hopes and their albatrosses.

I think I've recovered from college, half-healed from whatever damage the cocktail of too much postmodernity, too much alcohol and too fragile a psyche inflicted, but I still marvel at the idea of connection, the bridges we can build with imperfect tools.

In other news, I continue to have a Kickstarter problem.

"and I will tell you mine"

I'm very spacey today, the cold and the cold medicine fighting it out on the battlefield of my face. I keep half-writing livejournal posts (I feel like I keep saying this) and deleting them, or moving them offline.

I'm dwelling on my own fascination with other people's stories. I'm wondering if part of the reason I liked Asshat was because he found himself infinitely interesting, and could talk about himself all the time.

I want to know things about people. Not all the people, of course, just the interesting ones. I want to see other people's to-read lists, their netflix queues, their best road-trip songs. I want to ask about their gods, their favorite board games, their disappointments, what they've got on their key-rings, why they named their pets what they did, what lines of poetry they carry around, their hopes and their albatrosses.

I think I've recovered from college, half-healed from whatever damage the cocktail of too much postmodernity, too much alcohol and too fragile a psyche inflicted, but I still marvel at the idea of connection, the bridges we can build with imperfect tools.

In other news, I continue to have a Kickstarter problem.