andamu

[ update ]
I spent most of the weekend creating "CAST"-pages, little who's who entries for those who would feature most frequently in my blogs. This way, I wouldn't have to repeat necessary context information every time, but rather point to the CAST entries.
I found it a tough exercise: I wanted to convey a true sense of who these people are and what they mean to me, without exposing them or infringing on their right to privacy.
But, here they are: mpo, Nini, Angel Face and Anamika.
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[ blogging ]
While doing this, I was reminded of a friend I had known for some time before learning that she had been keeping a candid online journal long before it became "blogging." She went through the normal ups and downs, suffered an immense tragedy, and then after several years became involved with someone that many of her readers were directly familiar with through a different forum. She continued writing candidly about her experiences, thoughts and feelings, but now they directly included her significant other.
And when some major issues arose between them that they were working through, the journalling became a vehicle for the intrusion into their personal life of every person they knew in common.
At which stage her significant other pointed out the responsibility she had toward people in her real life, while remaining true to herself and her compulsion to journal.
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[ life ]
Today saw The Return of the Phantom Ice-cream Truck.
Our apartment is a corner unit on the corner of the street, with a four way stop. On many late afternoons we would hear the Dopler effect of the tinkly music-box "Pop goes the weasel," but no matter how quicly we rushed to the windows or out onto the balcony, and despite the fact that we could still hear the music, we would never be able to catch a glimpse of the truck. (And remember, there's an excited 3.5 yo driving this activity!)
We haven't heard it for a while now, then suddenly we started hearing the music box sounds compressed as the truck approaches the intersection. This time it is a different melody, I can't quite place it, but the truck is still as determinedly invisible as before. And our Angel Face is just as desperately disappointed.