Tuesday, February 5, 2002

Individual concerns and hopes are so much subject to moment-by-moment perspective.



When i wrote yesterday's entry, i felt inspired and really needed to get it out of my system.



I then spent much of my downtime perusing haute-blogs with ooozing originality or enlightened social or political commentary. My previous feelings of high purpose and supreme eloquence were pretty hacked up by the end of the day. It seemed the treble grumblings of a backwater quasi-mormon don't amount to a hill of beans in a world immersed in its own meaningful quests, intimate social circles, and individual profundity.



Not to say i don't still feel the same way about yesterday's blog. As Diedre said, i do have my own voice.



And continue to crow down the stately walls of Babylon i will.

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