I don’t have anything amazing to write. I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing journal entries. I haven’t done so for awhile, and I’m a bit stale. But I really enjoy reading my other family members’ journal entries, so I feel I should start up again.
I learn what is going on in my family’s lives when I read their online journals, and also, as I’ve learned from reading Kelsey’s journal, I learn special and wonderful things about the person that I would never have discovered in normal interactions. Since journals are just a place for rambling thoughts, not only do I keep up on the events in their lives, I also get to hear their thoughts. It’s really nice and…. special. Very very special — like a gift. I open the tiny box wrought from silver so precious that it looks like woven moonlight, and inside, shining brightly, is the person’s light. That’s how I feel when I read my family’s online journals — that’s what I see.
So here I am, trying to get back into the habit of writing in my online journal. It’s a lovely way to share thoughts.
I’ve been writing. I added a large section to Chapter One and finished Chapter Two. These are, of course, just drafts and everything will probably be heavily rewritten by the end. So, for anyone who is keeping up with the progress, I’m afraid you really are reading a work-in-progress that will be constantly editted. I hope that’s not too annoying.
They are hiring a junior programmer at Matt’s work, and they looked at the personal webpage of one of the applicants. He was a hardcore goth and obvious outcast geek, and they decided not to interview him because they didn’t think his personality would fit into their workplace culture.
It made me sad that Matt so perfunctorily dismissed an outcast geek. I am an outcast geek. I may not look like it. I don’t program; I don’t watch Star Trek; I don’t ever religiously attend the UT Anime Club anymore, but I am still an outcast geek. (I’m a tree-hugging liberal hippy as well, although I don’t wear any of the hippy accoutrements.) I was one of the nerdy kids in high school who couldn’t talk to boys to save my life and participated in Academic Decathlon. I got A’s in all my classes without studying and aced the SAT like it was a 3rd grade quiz. (And then promptly failed loads of courses in college, like many an outcast geek. We just didn’t know how to study since we never had to before.) Anyways, that made me a little sad, to see one of my own not even given a chance.
The other thing that occurred to me: I wonder if my online presence will ever influence some real life situation like this fellow’s webpage lost him the interview. I wouldn’t change my online space. Part of me lives here now, and it’s a comfortable place for me. I like it. But it is interesting to think how our little virtual presence effects the physical world we live in.
I should probably write now. I’ve been putting it off for a couple of days. I don’t want to fall out of the habit.