I've never attempted to have a blog because I have been in the class of writers that I like to refer to as "journalers". I have just posted a bunch of random things over the last 5 years in my livejournal account (http://pnykala.livejournal.com), religiously, mind you, but the majority of the posts have all been private with some slipping through the privacy filters every now and then because I believe that no one really ever reads my journal and therefore even if it is posted publicly, it is still essentially private. So, a lot has been documented over the years and in all honestly, journaling is a part of who I am. My first journal was actually a flowery notebook from a friend of mine for my 9th birthday. Yes, fact. Since that time, I have been journaling incessantly. My poor mom undoubtedly still has the stacks and stacks of notebooks that I've kept over the years stored away in plastic bins - only because my mom is a bit of a pack rat and doesn't ever really get rid of anything, but on top of that I'm such a holder of things with random emotional value...I won't say pack rat...that I've continued to burden my mom's garage with more and more "emotional baggage". Quite literally. Whatever, it will all be tossed or passed off back to me someday, but the evolution of my journaling ways led me to livejournal.com as a freshman in college and here I am today. Sweet, I know.
So this is my outlet and I think it is pretty healthy unless you consider the back breaking collection of boxes teetering in New Mexico, some sort of health and safety hazard. My mom's from Africa - and lord knows that the developing world looks at health and safety a little differently. (I've already electrocuted myself on 4 separate occasions here in Thailand - more than I did when I was a 2 year old shoving my fingers in light sockets. Oh and I have a "Thai tattoo". Yes, a "Thai tattoo" is something that all the cool kids in Thailand have. If you are visualizing some buddhist script of the nobel truths you are sadly mistaken. I'm talked about the tennis ball shaped circle on the back of my calf from touching the exhaust of a motorbike. It is one of the most fatal mistakes you can make, but unfortunately it happens to most motorbike riders, which is to say 80% of the Phuket population.)
Any who, off track a little there. I've decided to take my 5 years of mostly private journaling and start using my mostly public blog. We will see how much actually makes it to the public realm, but I'm going to make an attempt at it. This has been decided mostly because I find myself writing so many personal e-mails to friends and family abroad that I don't really need to journal my private thoughts anymore - they are all captured in gmail fashion, but as for the day to day memories and hopefully profound realizations that are neither suited for my mom nor the climbing boys, I'll try to place them here.
Hello official bloggers of the world, I'm making the bridge. And - sorry livejournal.com, but blogger.com is much more user friendly - I guess I'm abandoning you.
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