Some reflections

So I won't have any new entries until 2005, since young-me was apparently too busy enjoying his Christmas presents to bother writing in his journal. But I just wanted to let you all know I appreciate the positive response I've gotten so far, especially from those of you who have surfed in from elsewhere.

Going back to these journals has given me odd bouts of nostalgia mixed with faint embarrassment. I didn't think at first I'd have to censor anything, but I guess I forgot about several 1995 entries that actually pain me to look at now. (I'm realizing that during my late teen years, I probably felt less self-conscious about writing about private matters than I did either before or after that period.) On the whole, though, I look at these journals with much bemusement, and the vast majority will be presented completely unadulterated. (Apart from Googleproofing, that is -- although I have a wicked urge to let someone Google themselves and find that one of the hits is some terrible catty remark I made about their sixteen-year-old self.)

Another note, for the curious: the seven journals from which these entries are culled are all Mead 70-page college-rule notebooks. I've chosen to end at 1997 partially because I don't have enough distance yet from more recent events, but mostly because that's when the Mead phase ended and I started writing, with considerably less regularity, in small blank books.

Anyway, have a happy New Year, and stay tuned.