The Visible Woman...October 18, 2003

What is real time? Is real time sitting in the back row typing while people say that if you say you are only writing for yourself, you aren't beeing truthful. Perhaps.

I have long wrestled with the question of why to post this thing? If I don't care if you three or four folks read it or more find it, why not just write and not make it findable? Why write something with each day's date whether it's written on the date or not? (The difference with some web logs, blogs, is that the entries are dated and time stamped. A journal is more writing about the day, riffing from the day. Some journals say 'yesterday I did...' but I avoid that and try not to appear to acknowledge past that much. Sort of.)

I wish I could answer this question about posting. The chance that someone might find it is part of the art I'm trying to create. I guess. Not promoting it clearly keeps me from getting too many lurkers, stalkers and flaming e-mail writers. I get very few e-mails about my journal and this is a relief indeed when I'm trying to deal with the increasing traffic to reduce my non-existant debt or enlarge parts of my body while reducing my overall weight. Also, more and more Arts groups, events and stuff organize over e-mail. I even have a few pen pals (some of whom do read now and again). That's enough e-mail without letters from strangers that I don't want to deal with.

But is it art? Some words, a picture, lists of exercise and food?

As we all know...that is the beauty of life that 'what is art?' has no answer and so we can all seek our own beauty. There are so many forms things can take and yet so few new ideas.

reflection on Congress Avenue	real time What is real time? Is real time sitting in the back row typing while people say that if you say you are only writing for yourself, you aren't beeing truthful. Perhaps. I have long wrestled with the question of why to post this thing? If I don't care if you three or four folks read it or more find it, why not just write and not make it findable? Why write something with each day's date whether it's written on the date or not? (The difference with some web logs, blogs, is that the entries are dated and time stamped. A journal is more writing about the day, riffing from the day. Some journals say 'yesterday I did...' but I avoid that and try not to appear to acknowledge past that much. Sort of.) I wish I could answer this question about posting. The chance that someone might find it is part of the art I'm trying to create. I guess. Not promoting it clearly keeps me from getting too many lurkers, stalkers and flaming e-mail writers. I get very few e-mails about my journal and this is a relief indeed when I'm trying to deal with the increasing traffic to reduce my non-existant debt or enlarge parts of my body while reducing my overall weight. Also, more and more Arts groups, events and stuff organize over e-mail. I even have a few pen pals (some of whom do read now and again). That's enough e-mail without letters from strangers that I don't want to deal with. But is it art? Some words, a picture, lists of exercise and food? As we all know...that is the beauty of life that 'what is art?' has no answer and so we can all seek our own beauty. There are so many forms things can take and yet so few new ideas.
JUST TYPING People have a online self. They offer. It's nice of them, actually, to do it. Don't forget that. It doesn't give you rights. For more, more, more. Deeper, deeper, deeper.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing lunch [Las Manitas] molé enchiladas with cheese and rice and beans and a DOS XX Lager *snacks* Austinuts trail mix Jack and water dinner [Thistle Cafe] carpaccio bread and butter steamed sea bass in an Asian vegie and noodle broth a few berries some cheese 1/2 bottle Acacia Pinot Noir (2001) I didn't eat well.
		Time flies.... I thought of going to breakfast and stuff with the Web Writers...instead I exercised. Then I went to three different sessions of the programming, skipping one to sit at Jo's coffee shop and talk to someone. I stayed downtown for lunch, then dinner then a show at the Hideout put on by WEB writers gone to stage. These people are very creative.

		Reading. On the bike and treadmill I read I.F. Stone's A Nonconformist History of our Times: The War Years 1939-1945.
		I did some writing, er, typing, the journal in real time, more or less. I thought a lot about my screenplay which is really a documentary so I don't know if screenplay is the right term. Actually, though, I think there may be fiction in it...but fictive scenes invented by participants in a documentary. Maybe. I'm creative in my head but not in actual production. I'm also thinking about a couple of local columns that I want to write and sell. I probably won't do that either.
		Exercise forty-five minutes on recumbent bike fifteen minutes on the treadmill [I felt bad because I didn't do abs or weights...what's up with that? It's an addiction like everything else...must be balanced.] I noticed when walking downtown and climbing steps in the hotel that I had lots of energy and strength. Comparatively.
	.	Still feeling great physically except my stomach and digestion were not the best. Too much food and alcohol perhaps?

Saturday, October 18, 2003

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