I'm taking a break for a moment because I've got five days before
I sit down again and write another exam and after the sixth day,
I get to rest...until it all starts up again in early January.
A little over eight years ago Yahoo sent one of it's weekly e-mails
about what was new on the web, and an online journal site was featured
among several others. "Founded on October 19, 1998, it is the
oldest such community on the internet." However, after a bit
of time, I decided I would have more flexibility to create my own
web site on the web.
A search of the internet
archive shows that this web site was up and running back in
March of 2000.
The objective of the community was to :"provide an easy to
use platform for online diary writers and readers. We have created
a community where hundreds of thousands of people write about their
daily lives, and can read about the lives of other people around
Now we have thousands upon thousands of blogs to read, on just
about any topic under the sun.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses" (1842)
I opened a diary sometime in November of 1998 but did not write
my first entry till December 8th. If you are interested, you can
read it here.
A couple of things have changed in the last 8 years.
I haven't flown an airplane in something like 5 years now. Harry
Chapin flies in his Taxi, but I've got my Harley and even though
it's "lite" it still takes me to the skies.
The kids are grown, and just a couple of weeks my baby will turn
21. It's not like that really means much to a college kid however,
as I learned what a Keg-a-rator was when I was in his apartment
over Thanksgiving weekend.
Two of the three have graduated from college, then the eldest got
married and then graduated from law school. I blinked, and they
all grew up.
We have had our share of sorrow in our house, both my in-laws died
and earlier this year my mother died. But none of that compares
with the gut wrenching soul searing brutality of those who have
lost their children or grandchildren.
Sometimes when I read here I just shake my head and wonder how
some folks pick up the pieces and carry on. For them it's not about
the glass being half empty, or half full, it's about having the
glass torn from their hands and smashed into thousands of pieces
right there on the floor.
During this time we tried to relocate and finally, just before
the doors closed on the entire state of Michigan, I packed up the
moving truck, relocated to New Mexico and started law school, all
in the same week.
Now, in less than 12 months, school will be over.
There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be
no community without vulnerability; there can be no peace, and ultimately
no life, without community.
M. Scott Peck American psychiatrist and Author, 1936-2005
I'll celebrate our differences, thankyouverymuch.
Share our similarities, celebrate our differences.
M. Scott Peck
But I must say, I'm pretty pleased that the doors are still open
and I still get to read and to write.
And speaking of writing, although we share the use of the computer
pen, we really are quite different. If you want an active example,
just take a look at a new diary that hosts a photo theme of the
week. As I look through the entries I've found myself saying from
time to time, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Well, I guess if I had, there wouldn't be the need for all of the
rest of us now, would there?
If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk
to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh
with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other
life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony.
We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the
joy of growth.
Mitsugi Saotome- Chief instructor of the Aikido Shobukan Dojo
in Washington, D.C
Over the past eight years I've had the companionship of lots of
writers, so many in fact that it is impossible to keep up with them
I read a lot of you, I've got over a hundred favorites and when
I go away for a couple of days, or even a week, it's not easy, to
say the least, to get caught back up.
But it's been worth it.
Amazed and Dazed
and sometimes, just plain angry.
I like that I can read and then sit speechless and carry some of
your thoughts with me through the day.
Not to transmit an experience is to betray it.
Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor, Nobel Peace Prize winner.
The sharing of experiences makes the web a more human place.
A whole bunch of people have come and gone in the past 8 years,
some in a huff, some have died, some slipped out the back door and
others are still writing. I used to be listed on a site that kept
tract of some of the oldest diaries on the web, Going and Going,
but it too, is long gone.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
For those who write, and those who allow me to read, I want to
say thanks for sharing.
It's you, the writers and the readers who make this place what
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like
dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps
Thanks for your words and thanks for reading.
To all of you, I raise my glass.
To the 9th year.