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(9:41:45 PM) baronalejandro:
(9:42:16 PM) zihuatanejo: awesome
(9:43:02 PM) baronalejandro: my response is
(9:43:04 PM) baronalejandro: OH YES ONE DOES
(9:43:31 PM) zihuatanejo: One turns up one's AC/DC and rocks the fuck into Mordor
(9:44:53 PM) baronalejandro: You have learned well, padawan.
(9:45:01 PM) zihuatanejo: Heh
(9:45:33 PM) baronalejandro: This convo may have to go to LJ. It rocks too much.


My thanks to balynar for rocking the most metal of any mortal known to Ronnie James Dio.
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You see, normally about here there's a date, and some thoughts & observations about the day, and stuff I've been doing lately, etc., ad nauseam.

Well, there's not.

This is the entry. THE entry.

Because, I have this great respect for the power of words. I live my life by words, really. The methods by which humans communicate with each other and the world around them gives us a great amount of power. And I have learned through hard lessons and cruel teachers that words, once left, do not come back. I respect the power of words a little too much to be so free with them as to have a regularly available journal for the public, or even the private to read (if you are wondering why you haven't been added to some filter or something, that's because there aren't any. I tole joo, mang, dis is it.). So releasing words just randomly into the ether is the equivalent to me of bungee jumping off of the Golden Gate using rubber bands you gleaned from your office. In other words, Not A Good Idea For Me.

Heh. It probably doesn't help that I'm a shameless addict to other people's words (journals). If that makes me hypocritical, it should also prove to you I'm human. Shock!

Back to words.

I would rather trade words with someone where I can be assured that the power of our words isn't being misused. At worst, I will communicate via email or chat, at best I'd rather chat on the phone or see you in person so I know my words are doing what I want them to do. And not what someone else wants them to do. What I am trying to say here is that if your listed on the "livejournal" friends thingie, you probably know me. And if you know me, you can find me. And if you can find me, I assure you that you can ask me any question you like, we will have any discussion you like and I'll do my best to be a human being and not a neanderthal. Most times.

I'd like it noted for the record that I'm a boy, and I'm willing to communicate. 'Nuff said.

In this day and age of sensory overload, email and txt msg, speed dating (who the f**k came up with THAT?), drive through dinners, ad nauseam, there is too little value placed in real human interaction. I am willing to fight with the cellphone people on their website. I'm willing to talk to my boss' voicemail. I'm willing to communicate with patients through letters (they're old, they like that better sometimes). I'm even willing to make marshallate policy changes on a yahoogroup.
Not with my friends. I value their communcations too much to resign it to this. I would rather *make* time for you.

So this is the anti-journal entry on a public journal. I love the paradoxical nature of life sometimes. Besides, if I really started using this thing I'd be bugging my friends on how to tweak it. And I'd rather talk to you about something constructive.

So. You know who you are. And if you don't, you probably do and don't know it and we should talk about it anyway.

Call me!

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