Time Travel : The day of thanks

[jchrisobrien]

A recent discussion I've been watching on a mailing list was discussing the difficulty of language to convey emotions or feelings. Once the writer find the words to express what they are feeling, the feeling can only be approximated, a pale shell of the original concept. Nietzche was speaking about language in it's entirety, but the saying goes equally well when trying to update one's journal after several days have passed.

Thanksgiving. The sting of fresh cut onions is almost enough to drive me from the kitchen, but it does quickly drive the lethargy from my system. A failed alarm setting woke me up two hours later than I wanted, so the turkey will have to overlap time in the oven. Hoping they will fit, I finished prepping and stuffing the first bird, and start it cooking. Later on, I learn this will not be a problem, as both birds are coexisting warm and snug in the oven. Final cleaning and preparations are completed, the guests begin to arrive, and the consumption begins.

I arranged for a bit of overlap between my gaming friends and goth friends, and the overlap carried over, as they mixed like oil and water. I'm not too surprised at this, both groups can be fairly insular, and there's a comment lament about the difficulty of meeting new people in the goth scene ... but that's a slightly different tangent. The gamers decided to see Harry Potter, while I remained to consume more food and revel in the Buffy marathon. There was some good natured wincing, when I watch moments that I particularly enjoyed get dissected and mocked by the crowd, but that's to be expected. Not everybody is taken in by the same things. Eventually the party moved over to Raul,s but I stuck around to make sure the others could get back in the house when they returned to the movie. The day overall is filled with a sense of fulfillment, of general contentedness and basking in the shared pleasure of friends I have made, and that I hope to expand upon in the days and nights ahead.

Time passes...

Comments

[spriggan.livejournal.com]

i wanted to keep a travelogue of my recent excursion to montreal, but had the same misgivings. so i just jotted down quick notes about events i thought i would want to remember later. not how i felt about them, but just a line or two about something i thought would be funny later on. i used a pda, so i was able to make the notes while walking down the street or standing in line or whatever. i think it worked pretty well. while writing the full version, i was able to recall and write about all the things i wanted to, and i had to think about the essence of the moment i was trying to capture.

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[silas7.livejournal.com]

In essence, using those short words and sentences as a trigger for the memory, to reawaken the feeling of what it was like at the given time. I found that happening as I recounted my adventures this weekend.

Which reminds me, I need to finish the story...

[damiel.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. PDAs will change the way I go about this from now on. Indeed.