Me? A Blogger?
Citrus Heights, CA
Well, my first official blog. I've heard about this sensation, but had always passed on it myself. I mean, after all, does anybody else really care that much about me? I've been digging into some of them on line, and find them fascinating.
Perhaps that's what the big sensation of reality shows like Survivor
is all about. People don't want to see the rich and snooty anymore. With 280 million of us Americans, (with apologies to the rest of you in the world) there is sure to be a suburb collection of stories buried inside all of us. After all, isn't a person just the sum of his/her experiences? I remember after the towers fell last year, reading some of the "Profiles of Grief" that the New York Times
published. Thousands of lives, all different, but all connected by the fateful events of that day. Only a handful of those names will live on, except in the memories of the familes, but the stories behind them are engrossing. Kind of brings a human face to tragedy.
It's late, and I don't want to lucubrate too long, since I have to work in the morning, but I guess it's fair that you know a little about me. I consider myself to be your stereotypical 26-year-old bachelor. I live in a one-bedroom apartment halfway across town from where I grew up, so I make frequent trips over there to my parents and my family. 20 minutes away from the connections. I keep a clean house, but I'm hardly ever home to enjoy it; I have an active church life and lots of friends over there, but I try not to let it overwhelm me. I have a girlfriend I've been dating since '98, but we've known each other since high school. Lots of people tease us about getting married; I'm sure it will happen someday but getting nagged about is kind of a sore point with me.
What else should you know? I like to read, particulary contemporary nonfiction. I like reading about transportation and city planning, history, and sociology. But right now, for some strange reason, I'm actually in the middle of a novel: Main Street
. Lewis's take on small-town life in the '20's is satirical, yet relevant to my studies of town planning and function. Carol Kennecott, the main character, seems convinced that she is somehow going to break the close-knit culture of her small Minnesota town, and grows increasingly frustrated at the impossiblity of the task.
It's late, my eyes are tired. I'll pick this up next time Current Mood: contemplative