to those that read on a weekly-or-so basis: do you ever think about the relationship your occasional perusal bears on my daily life? not that i write every day, but say in a good week i do three or four, and so the reader on a 10 day cycle maybe misses a few entries here or there unless truly dilligent and sure to digest every post since her/his last visit. if that’s the case, okay. if not, you’re missing every 3rd passage or so, which amounts to maybe days, weeks of my life as described here. i could be going through crises, having adventures, pondering minutia that you had never even thought of, and it’d all just slip right by you. meanwhile you are developing a two-thirds-formed idea of who i am and what i do with myself, which as the entries increase in total number, become farther and farther from the actual complete picture presented here (nevermind the philosophical discussion that could involve, i.e. ‘you can never really know anyone completely’ or ‘by observing something you change it inherently’, etc.). what i’m getting at is, for those that only visit now and again, i could drop off the map for a decent amount of time and you wouldn’t even notice. sort of implies a weird detachment in this supposedly intimate medium attempts to bring about; which oddly reflects the actual real-life dynamic of friendships… can you ever fully keep up with what’s going on in even your best friend’s life? what do we really know about eachother at all?

to those that read daily or almost-daily: i know i don’t post as often as i should or would like to, but this time i have an excuse. i will be abroad for about a week having an adventure in prague with my dear friend josh. all that nonsense above was really just a pretentious lead in to the equivalent of an out-of-the-office auto-reply. gotcha!

see you next week… xo, –brian