magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

ethereal music filtering up the hill from the waterfire speakers. lent a surreal quality to the day. probably as advertisement for an impromptu mid-week waterfire, but i didn't find myself within eyeshot of the canal after dark, so i'm not sure.

4390. seemed significant.

i've been thinking about cutting back on my daily entry keeping. sometimes i'm only reconstructing what might have happened on a particular day from the vaguest of memories or obscure little notes to myself. and not every day is actually interesting, and if i saved things up for two or three good entries a week it would make better reading. but, on the other hand i've been writing "daily" since october of 1998.

i don't think i'm going to make up my mind about this any time soon.

but while i'm on the subject of journaling, i'll point you in the direction of a journal that i stumbled upon today and that i really enjoyed reading. well written, emotional but not self-indulgently so, simple design, what's not to love. of course the last journal by a complete stranger that i pointed at ended up disappearing. i hope siobhan sticks around.