Reasons

I had been thinking over getting my Blogspot wings for a year. I am not sure of the exact moment I outgrew myspace and livejournal. I may still not have outgrown Tribe.com but my distaste for it's changes keeps it in the same club. I think a blog of my very own, where I can drop javascript if I feel like it was just in order.

I had also encountered 'A Veracity Problem' with nearly all the above services. I like to tell it like it is, viscerally. Most of those services were for little kids, or just not the kind of place you would drop a lurid adventure of the variety adults can have. Or even adult thoughts or observations....livejournal is at best a place for young college students.

Add to that recent frustrations adding political tickers and polls to my LJ, and here I am at the jump.

You could also call this an experiment in artificial intelligence. That is to clarify...I have not alerted any of my friends of my jump, nor will I. I am interested to see whose technology will detect my conversion to blogspot without communication between myself and my friends, and how long I can remain anonymous in this avatar. Well, as anonymous as my posted email, which is the one I use regularly (but am considering dropping, I mean, come on, it's sitting right there atop my profile, who's genius idea was that? Have they never heard of web-trawlers and spammers?)

Still, the image problem. I have to get an image that conveys some element of what I am seeking here. And that would be? That would be as complete a journal as possible of my adventures in the Bay Area during the period of my life from Oct 4 2007 until the time of my death at an undisclosed time in the future.
People are always chatting about their impressions, but there is always some motive behind their venting--a newspaper, blatant self promotion in the case of professional authors and bloggers wanting advertising splits, credibility as experts for the political bloggers who want to get called to comment on various news shows; my reasons are just and unsolicited by anyone. I am not a professor, nor an actor or a showman. I will speak about what turns me on and what makes me sad, and the only motivation to do so will be to leave an accurate record for my loved ones who are literate enough to find it in the future.

I had an idea about assessing my days in the following format as a way to start my thoughts going.

Accords:
Arguments:
Exercise:
Sex:
Music:
Travel:
Old Stuff:
New Experiences:
Microenvironment:
Macroenvironment:

My money is on you my intelligent friends. I think you will find me and we will be communicating in less than a year, but time will tell. Well, perhaps your tools will also tell.