Well, yes and no.
I'm a voyeur. I don't run around videotaping people in their houses. I don't stand outside windows at night looking for naked neighbors. I will turn to look at what is going on in the open windows of houses on an evening walk. I will eavesdrop on conversations of strangers on the train and watch what they are doing. I will read blogs online. I admit that a view into someone else's life is very intriguing. Reading the online journal type of blog is often like checking in with a friend every day as you read about the mundane, or sometimes dramatic, happenings in the lives of others online. As an amateur voyeur, I am just not a performer. I don't think that I could do the online journal blog every day without laughing out loud at my self.
I love to write, paint, draw, even write code. I love to create. I actually enjoy things like creating a relational database. The words hum in my ears with happy thoughts of auto incrementing columns. I enjoy conditional logic and figuring out new ways to structure code or display text and images. The sight of a PHP parse error is like an adventurous hunt. I enjoy writing essays, short stories, sketches. I enjoy painting, going to the park to sketch. There was no better way to combine all of these things than to create an online space to play with all of it in.
So, is this a blog? Technically ... probably, yes. Is it an online journal? Probably ... maybe, sometimes. I mostly post quick character sketches, short descriptive passages, meandering thinking, or whatever else gets into my notebook. This is my notebook online.
About Me
The traditional definition would be that I am a web developer in Portland, Oregon. The more accurate definition would be that I am one of those kids who always dreamed of being a starving artist but was too chicken to live under a bridge. I like having a bed, a family, a dog, and some food to eat. Instead, I go to my day job every day. I work and sometimes get a challenge and enjoy it. I think of each day as beginning the moment that I leave the building. That's when I get to be an artist.
I'm a voyeur. I don't run around videotaping people in their houses. I don't stand outside windows at night looking for naked neighbors. I will turn to look at what is going on in the open windows of houses on an evening walk. I will eavesdrop on conversations of strangers on the train and watch what they are doing. I will read blogs online. I admit that a view into someone else's life is very intriguing. Reading the online journal type of blog is often like checking in with a friend every day as you read about the mundane, or sometimes dramatic, happenings in the lives of others online. As an amateur voyeur, I am just not a performer. I don't think that I could do the online journal blog every day without laughing out loud at my self.
I love to write, paint, draw, even write code. I love to create. I actually enjoy things like creating a relational database. The words hum in my ears with happy thoughts of auto incrementing columns. I enjoy conditional logic and figuring out new ways to structure code or display text and images. The sight of a PHP parse error is like an adventurous hunt. I enjoy writing essays, short stories, sketches. I enjoy painting, going to the park to sketch. There was no better way to combine all of these things than to create an online space to play with all of it in.
So, is this a blog? Technically ... probably, yes. Is it an online journal? Probably ... maybe, sometimes. I mostly post quick character sketches, short descriptive passages, meandering thinking, or whatever else gets into my notebook. This is my notebook online.
About Me
The traditional definition would be that I am a web developer in Portland, Oregon. The more accurate definition would be that I am one of those kids who always dreamed of being a starving artist but was too chicken to live under a bridge. I like having a bed, a family, a dog, and some food to eat. Instead, I go to my day job every day. I work and sometimes get a challenge and enjoy it. I think of each day as beginning the moment that I leave the building. That's when I get to be an artist.
