a new blog is annouced
Found out last night that my friend and occasional source of blog comments has his own blog. Welcome to my world: caustic cover critic aka JRSM!
I was talking about this over lunch with Dez today. She hadn't heard of blogs, but confessed to having embraced the internet quite massively in recent months (logging on at 5:30 pm; using msn chat to keep in touch with far flung friends in other states and countries). She laughed to hear about how I'd unwittingly alienated Mr Right's sister from my reading audience... too confronting. She tried to work out what it could have been, and compared it to a friend of hers, who since coming out, in recent years, regularly shares too much information with her friends. It appears she's gone on a journey, from being the only gay in the village (and suffering all the fears and alienations of being different at a formative time in a small town community), to being enthusiastically out at university to returning to the same home town and finding that there are actually plenty of other gays in the village. (This is not to be flippant about the experience: homophobia in a small town would be excruciating and difficult to find respite from).
And picked up my new bike today: definitely make the commute easier, went from being a 35-40 minute journey to easily being 25 minutes, so can start committing to that and avoiding the bus (though the bus ride has started to become enjoyable, and the curmudgeonly bus drivers are actually quite sweet and recognise me and know which stop to drop me off at).
I was talking about this over lunch with Dez today. She hadn't heard of blogs, but confessed to having embraced the internet quite massively in recent months (logging on at 5:30 pm; using msn chat to keep in touch with far flung friends in other states and countries). She laughed to hear about how I'd unwittingly alienated Mr Right's sister from my reading audience... too confronting. She tried to work out what it could have been, and compared it to a friend of hers, who since coming out, in recent years, regularly shares too much information with her friends. It appears she's gone on a journey, from being the only gay in the village (and suffering all the fears and alienations of being different at a formative time in a small town community), to being enthusiastically out at university to returning to the same home town and finding that there are actually plenty of other gays in the village. (This is not to be flippant about the experience: homophobia in a small town would be excruciating and difficult to find respite from).
And picked up my new bike today: definitely make the commute easier, went from being a 35-40 minute journey to easily being 25 minutes, so can start committing to that and avoiding the bus (though the bus ride has started to become enjoyable, and the curmudgeonly bus drivers are actually quite sweet and recognise me and know which stop to drop me off at).
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