My question is this. In the world of personal journaling, does a weblog count? If it does, then I can consider myself a fairly successful journaler. Is that a word? Journal keeper?
Anyway, my grandfather (the one who lived in a one-room schoolhouse) kept a meticulous journal. He would note the weather and a brief synopsis of how the day played out. My sister has the journal in her possession. At first we thought he was being very frugal because he wrote very tiny and recorded multiple years on each page, separating the entries by drawing a horizontal line across the page. After giving it more thought, I've come to the conclusion that it was a conscious decision which allowed him to see the weather conditions of previous years at a glance.
The weather was of a major concern in his journal and his entries were curiously absent of any commentary. There was not a lick of personal reflection. His information was succinct and to the point, no revelations or gossip for grandpa!
Over the years I've told myself, "I should be keeping a journal", at which point I would buy a nicely bound book with blank pages and dive headlong into journaling. Every effort sputtered to an early end. The journal would be tucked in a drawer and forgotten until I got the bug again. There are at least five journals tucked around the house.
I pulled my most successful effort from the bottom drawer of my nightstand and to my surprise it spanned the time from August 2004 to September 2006. Mind you, these were not daily entries but just when the spirit moved me.
I'd even taped items into the journal including a feather I'd found on a walk and a parking pass from a very scary state park. (More about that another time.)
My journal is light years away from my grandfather's in terms of content. I made lists, reviewed public bathrooms and had my say on a number of subjects. Very early in the journal I mention discovering blogs. mygeeklife.typepad.com is noted. I wonder if he's still writing?
Oh no! Here's something.....August 14th, 2004 - I write an entry, "Ozzie's got nothing on me. Singing toilet paper holder, dysfunction junction.
ACKKKKKKK, the singing toilet paper holder!! I'd forgotten about that. The Other Mother buys an incredible amount of junk from Publisher's Clearing House. The Farmer and I were laying in bed trying to get to sleep when I heard something strange.
"Do you hear that?" I asked.
"I hear some wierd music playing somewhere."
"It's probably a radio," he answers.
"We don't own a radio."
The sound was so annoying I jumped out of bed and scoured the house in search of the bad, bad music.
The Other Mother had purchased a singing toilet paper roll. I am not kidding! The music would start playing when you turned the roll and would continue for a few minutes. It was insanity in a plastic casing. The musical roll would decide to play on it's own without any effort on your part, as in the middle of the night.
The Other Mother would not be deterred. She loved the thing and after all, it was in her bathroom. We tried to drown it in the sink when she wasn't looking. Darn those Chinese made some tough as nails singing toilet paper holders. The choice of music would alternate and it was equally insane. "Love me Tender" is NOT something you want to hear when you're in the bathroom.
In addition to testaments to our personal dysfunction, I include lots of quotes. I love quotes.
"The years thunder buy. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before you know it, the tomb is sealed."
- Sterling Hayden, actor, sailor, adventurer and world traveler. (Didn't he commit suicide?)"
Here's another entry:
The process of forgetting is sometimes referred to as "Being consigned to the tomb of the Capulets"
Oh, that's a keeper. I'm going to use that one. The next time the Farmer asks me where I put the socket wrench I'm going to say, "It's in the tomb of the Capulets." Ha! That will send him running for the Encyclopedia Britannica.
So my question is this, does a blog count as a journaling effort? If so, then I guess I've become a fairly faithful journaler.