I’ll leave that as the title, just so I’ll remember that this is just day-one, minute-one of this chapter in a series of up all night reveries discovering the blogosphere.
I’m gonna do some stuff wrong. I hope for forgiveness.
Honest thoughts included inside – beware.
Thanks to changeseeker, seminalson, and especially thefreeslave for the inspiration to crawl around in here.
“I’m gonna do some stuff wrong. I hope for forgiveness.”
Ha! Not laughing at you but with you! I hope for forgiveness every time I post an entry, and a lot of them I look at later and wonder what on earth I was thinking at the time and wonder what people must have thought and determine that anyone who commented must have done so because they just felt sorry for me I have been (knock wood) entirely blessed thus far not to have been visited by those terrible people who just aren’t commenting unless they’re calling the blogger an idiot or telling them off. I wish you the best with your blog. It looks great!
On July 1, 2008 at 4:23 pm quakerjew Said:
Thanks for reading it, AF.
When I was 16 or 17, I found a cache of personal stuff I had written when I was 12 or 13. I threw it all out. My older teen self would’ve been mortified if anyone found that stuff.
I lived just long enough to regret many similar purges – like I’m trying to erase my footsteps. As if wiser folk didn’t already know that all that stuff was part of the package anyway.
My students are young enough to be (thankfully) transparent, but I want to believe that I’m not.
Like I’m in control of your perception.
Well, then everyone would love me.
“I’m gonna do some stuff wrong. I hope for forgiveness.”
Ha! Not laughing at you but with you! I hope for forgiveness every time I post an entry, and a lot of them I look at later and wonder what on earth I was thinking at the time and wonder what people must have thought and determine that anyone who commented must have done so because they just felt sorry for me
I have been (knock wood) entirely blessed thus far not to have been visited by those terrible people who just aren’t commenting unless they’re calling the blogger an idiot or telling them off. I wish you the best with your blog. It looks great!
Thanks for reading it, AF.
When I was 16 or 17, I found a cache of personal stuff I had written when I was 12 or 13. I threw it all out. My older teen self would’ve been mortified if anyone found that stuff.
I lived just long enough to regret many similar purges – like I’m trying to erase my footsteps. As if wiser folk didn’t already know that all that stuff was part of the package anyway.
My students are young enough to be (thankfully) transparent, but I want to believe that I’m not.
Like I’m in control of your perception.
Well, then everyone would love me.