Well, today Daily Aggravations and Regrets is one year old. How the years do fly by. There have certainly been a good share of aggravations and an at least equal amount of regrets. I've been thinking about the name, and I wonder if it works if you don't know me. I don't want it to sound too serious. Anyhow, at least this is an excuse to talk about my journal. I write a lot about my previous scribblings, but at least this time its justified. I suppose the one year mark would feel like a bigger deal if I'd written more, if I'd kept up the pace that I did when I worked. but in retropsect, it's almost absurd how much out of my way I went to update this even sporadically over the summer and early fall. But there's a lot that I wished I'd written about because I'd just like to remember the little things. My entries are a lot longer now too, than they were when I first started. But it's weird, because I think I actually reveal a lot less about myself than I used to. I'm too conscious of who's reading, or who might someday read. So in a way that makes the whole thing bullshit. I don't want to just write about the little things. But as I said from the beginning, it's really not worth having my online life fuck up my real life. I'm always tempted to start over somewhere else, change peoples names, etc., but that'd be just as much bullshit as it is now. Plus, I'm so lazy. At least that hasn't changed over the last year.
James got back from his European tour yesterday. I think Berry may be coming to NYC sometime soon, possibly this weekend, to see Jen. Needless to say, I doubt I'll see her. But that takes Jen and possibly James out of the lineup for this weekend. Things could get a bit complicated, especially since Matt called today to tell us he's coming up this weekend. I think he's here now actually. And he'll probably want to see Jen, who will be with Berry, so that removes Matt as well. It's all needlessly complicated. To tell you the truth, I almost wouldn't mind seeing Berry. But there's really no reason to. I have nothing to say to her, and I really can barely remember ever being her friend. I mean, in retrospect, our acrimonious parting of ways really enlightened me as far as why I'm friends with people. Basically, I don't mind seeing her, but I wouldn't want to have to extend any sort of courtesy or civility toward her. i just couldn't live with myself in the morning. Am I bitter? Maybe. But it's more of a serious case of not really giving a fuck either way.
So anyhow, I discovered yesterday, while perusing the Self-Proclaimed dork webring sights, that there's a webring out there called "mediawhore." This was extremely surprising and disappointing, since that's the name of my new web zine. but i gotta say the webring was one of the stupider things I've ever seen. It absolutely reeked of pretention, ironic since I got the feeling that that's exactly what it was railing against. It was all "fuck the mainstream and the corporate bastards and anyone who's like that" etc. etc. etc. It's for people who are "SICK of being NICE." hee hee. how naughty...
Anyhow, I kind of hate stuff like that. Probably why I'm only on two webrings, and one of those is Open Pages, which means absolutely nothing, and Self-Proclaimed Dork, which is about the limit of how serious I can take web stuff. But if you want to see for yourself, here's the url: http://nettrash.com/users/rockstar/mediawhore.html
But speaking of my MediaWhore project, Jed and I had a little pow-wow about that, and it's starting to take form. I've just got to take care of page design, which will actually take a good amount of effort. So that's on the table for this weekend.
"I'd like to share with you, a revelation I've had..." I figured out something in class today. I'll never make a good journalist. Journalism has a rich history of serving the public, with all that "the public has a right to know!" stuff. Well, I decided today, that I'll never be a good journalist, because I just don't care about the public. I mean really, who does? Sure, I'd like people to read my stuff, but I'm not in it to serve the public. I suppose it's more of a newspaper view of journalism. But still, I have no sort of reverie for journalism's storied past or its ethics or whatever. I have my own ethics, which i'd say are probably considerably more ethical that most papers today. In my terms of ethical anyway. but as far as things that journalists consider "unethical," I really don't care that much. I guess anything that doesn't really affect other people is fine by me. Victimless crime really isn't a crime. So while I'm against invading people privacy and personal space, I don't really care about things like fabrication, distortion, embellishment, hyperbole, exagerration, and redundancy. So that, in a nutshell i suppose, is the kind of writing I'm looking for on Media Whore. I don't care how or where you get it, as long as fulfills at least of my requirements: a) It's funny, b) it points out other people's stupidity, or c) it points out other people's shortcomings. And by "other people," that means "anyone but me." And by "me," I mean G-Rock, not any of you.
A few things to mark the one-year occasion:
In case you missed them, or just miss them (and judging by the hitcount and guestbook signings you did, and you don't), here are my old front pages before I simplified the whole thing: the original, and the demon variant.Lastly, the newest feature here at Daily Aggravations and Regrets: the often used
"One Year Ago" link.
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