well, at long last becca and ben met. 7.5 months after the relationship starts, i introduce one of my closest friends to my boyfriend. waiting for the train on the platform, becca and i discussed why. our opinions mean a lot to each other; always have. maybe i understood that i needed to form a judgement entirely on my own.
after dinner, ross and the two of them conducted a roundtable on the subject of blogs. each of them has a very different character
so it should come as no surprise that they approach webjournaling in different ways. i took notes, becca mediated. “what about sex?” she asked at one point. “who’s your audience?” “what are you hesitant to print?” all confessed that they’re afraid of being boring; the boys insisted, however, that they write primarily for themselves. (why not just get notebooks then? i think there’s definitely something about the internet that makes diary-writing acceptable — more legitimate — for them. maybe for boys in general? i wonder how many male bloggers, or bloggers in general, keep external notebooks.)
the other becca, who was conspicuously quiet during dinner and escaped to mccabe thereafter, cut my hair last nite. no one noticed today b/c i kept it back. changes tend to be weird for me and illogically difficult to deal w/.
but i do like it.
it was all very meta to be sitting up there talking about what we write on our websites. (penn)becca made direct reference to that: we’ll go back and write about this, she said, and then it’ll be interesting to read what we each have to say.
i haven’t thought too much about this website in terms of analysis. maybe now that i’m writing an article for the phoenix about it, i’ll have to reflect. why *i’m* doing this, what purpose it serves for me, who my audience is, etc. a phase thru which every writer must pass, no? over and over again ….
speaking of the phoenix, my review of don’t say a word came out this week (titled, ‘don’t waste your time’). after mocking douglas roundly in the first paragraph, i said:
Wow: if he were a Jew, I�d have his children. Unfortunately, Jewish men in these kinds of thrillers are never the folks that get to be the Ideal Husband, Ideal Father of an Adorable Daughter, and Ideal Hero. Those roles are reserved for the dignified, pure-white likes of Bruce Willis, Harrison Ford and Arnold. Not to mention, of course, Douglas himself.
the line generated a few titters on campus, which i was proud of.
then an illustrious professor emailed me, gently correcting: douglas is jewish. at least, his father is.
d’oh.
ah well. that’ll teach me to be so damn clever.
i need break. i really need to relax, to just spend, as kat says, some quality time Not Thinking.