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Sep. 21st, 2010 03:28 pmOn the first day of 2010, I was at a party, when I decided to call my friend Bobbi. Bobbi has been dealing with Stage IV cancer; she’s one of my very nearest and dearest; she asked that I try to make a more visible presence for myself on the Web this year. Accordingly, I’ve been posting on my LJ every day this year so far (although Bobbi doesn’t have an LJ, they’re all public posts; I know she reads them), even if it's just a link or two, as well as yakking up a storm on Facebook. Every once in a while, I’d look at the unbroken stream of numbers in my LJ entry listings for the year, and imagine that they were the digital equivalent of folding paper cranes.
Now, things have changed a bit; she’s moved from the house she shares with her SO and her daughter, to living with a friend of ours from high school- said friend is a medical doctor, with a brain the size of the Krell machine- while she tries to get into Johns Hopkins. Bobbi tells me her Internet access may be more sporadic- and so, while I’ll probably continue yakking away on Facebook, so that her SO can pass the word along that I haven’t been eaten by a grue, I may well be taking a Livejournal sabbatical.
This is a rather good time for it, all in all; the subjective sense I get is that the rising tide of irritation against Livejournal and its various corporate masters has reached, if not critical mass, then that one crucial hulling beneath the waterline, where people decide to start bailing. All right; I’ve reached a point in my own life resembling a sort of homoeostasis, in which the days vary none too greatly one from the next, other than the occasional burst of travel; even the Harry Potter writing seems to have slown to a rather glacial pace. Too, I want some time away from here, to contemplate various personal and social changes in my own life; people who have left/are leaving (and I do not count Bobbi in either of those categories)(nor am I saying that the fact that they’re no longer here, means they’re no longer here-in-my-heart;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes, baldanders, and redstapler, I’m looking at you, and others like you); relationships where the rot seems to have set in, to be replaced by either apathy (often on both sides) or thinly veiled hostility (sometimes understandable; usually not). Too, there have been wonderful friendships formed this year, or deepened, that I want to hold more closely in my heart; places that feel more like home to me, every time I step off the plane.
So, I’m taking a break; I already have one exception planned: Bobbi is getting a donation site together to help with the costs of treatment (they have no health insurance); that’s a done deal. I’ll probably post with travel news, and- someday, O lord of writing- new fic. I also have a Dreamwidth journal, which may- I haven’t decided- be seeing some more personal material than I seem to have been posting here of late.
We shall see. Until then, be well, all of you; you make the world a little warmer for me because you’re in it.
Now, things have changed a bit; she’s moved from the house she shares with her SO and her daughter, to living with a friend of ours from high school- said friend is a medical doctor, with a brain the size of the Krell machine- while she tries to get into Johns Hopkins. Bobbi tells me her Internet access may be more sporadic- and so, while I’ll probably continue yakking away on Facebook, so that her SO can pass the word along that I haven’t been eaten by a grue, I may well be taking a Livejournal sabbatical.
This is a rather good time for it, all in all; the subjective sense I get is that the rising tide of irritation against Livejournal and its various corporate masters has reached, if not critical mass, then that one crucial hulling beneath the waterline, where people decide to start bailing. All right; I’ve reached a point in my own life resembling a sort of homoeostasis, in which the days vary none too greatly one from the next, other than the occasional burst of travel; even the Harry Potter writing seems to have slown to a rather glacial pace. Too, I want some time away from here, to contemplate various personal and social changes in my own life; people who have left/are leaving (and I do not count Bobbi in either of those categories)(nor am I saying that the fact that they’re no longer here, means they’re no longer here-in-my-heart;
roadnotes, baldanders, and redstapler, I’m looking at you, and others like you); relationships where the rot seems to have set in, to be replaced by either apathy (often on both sides) or thinly veiled hostility (sometimes understandable; usually not). Too, there have been wonderful friendships formed this year, or deepened, that I want to hold more closely in my heart; places that feel more like home to me, every time I step off the plane.So, I’m taking a break; I already have one exception planned: Bobbi is getting a donation site together to help with the costs of treatment (they have no health insurance); that’s a done deal. I’ll probably post with travel news, and- someday, O lord of writing- new fic. I also have a Dreamwidth journal, which may- I haven’t decided- be seeing some more personal material than I seem to have been posting here of late.
We shall see. Until then, be well, all of you; you make the world a little warmer for me because you’re in it.
