How to slice it. To find the angle. I want to tell a story, to take you on a journey full of wit and insight. To show the world and myself what I’m capable of. To create something fine. To feel that in the instance of creation, I ably rode the waves of thought and chance that normally drown us. And I emerged with a mirror that pefectly shone back on me and the world.
Yet here comes the turn. I’ve chosen to do this online, on this blog. People will actually read this. Who knows how many, but I’ve learned to assume that people will read. That everyone from my boss to my mortgage broker will see this. That every word could end up on Boing boing. That’s how this works online. But my dream (see two posts below) told me it’s OK. Go ahead and write. You need this right now.
So I’m an X-wing fighter slicing the Death Star trying to find the angle. I don’t want to reveal too many details that could be seen by co-workers and other colleagues. I cover politics and am circulating in that world now so I don’t want to reveal my political sympathies. I don’t want to say anything too personal that would cause online embarrassment.
But I want to do everything mentioned in that first paragraph. It would seem the two forces contradict each other, that anything interesting would necessarily cause online embarrassment or be seen as inappropriate. Do I want people to know that I really liked the new documentary “The Tillman Story?” Does that mean I’m a liberal anti-George W. Bush-ite? What if I mentioned that I was writing this on the train from the Bay Area to Sacramento? Wait a minute, why are you on a train from the Bay Area?
Am I being narcissistic? Does anyone really care? Maybe not, but I’ve learned to always be on guard. I’ve got some ideas though...
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