But of how many rabbit holes? And how deep are they? And what rabbits dug
them?
Tell me, 1uxb0x—your name is so like Linux to me. (Because of ‘fluxbox’ which
was my favorite back when I was only probably three times your age.) I think you
are still deciding on a name though—is that right?
Your “Notes” and “Free Writing” pages are solid gold.[1] You are clearly a very
hard worker—I can’t tell if you are hard on yourself or just very determined.
You have a lot of things you want to do in your life, that’s for sure.
I like your “Free Writing” pages—and I do the same thing myself. When I am
writing, I like to just write something that I see. Almost like taking a
photograph, but I am writing it down. I think most people like to write what
they are feeling, but that often causes me to stop and think too much. But I
just want to write something—and they are very fun to read back on.[2]
As for your “Notes”—I like pages like
this. Or pages like
this
one
about your dad and your sense of morality. You might feel that this page is very
disorganized and messy—but I find it to be absolutely readable and I can tell
where copy-and-paste is happening and where you are writing.[3] I have a friend
who will very much enjoy reading your writings and I hope it is okay if I show
him. (He will probably have some excellent advice as well.)
Ok, for now, au revoir, fellow human.
Or, flakes of solid gold, if they happen to be smaller pages. Or boxes of
sticky pencils, if they happen to be lists of random thoughts that are in your
head that day. ↩︎
My grandmother used to read me her journals when I would visit her. She
would start by reading a few funny e-mails she got, but inevitably she would
end up pulling out a volume of her personal journals. Many of my relatives
didn’t enjoy that she would do this—and they thought it was anti-social or
maybe impolite of her—but I always found it quite charming. I loved to drink
tea while she would read to me. And her entries were much like your “Free
Writing”—It is July 3rd. There is a blue van parked outside the house that
has been there all week. One of the kids peeked inside and said that it was
filthy. It sure does stink. They are also selling a new kind of cinnamon roll
at the grocer’s across the street—↩︎
Your writing reminds me very much of Édouard Levé. I am sorry to compare
you to him—because he killed himself—but I assure you that you only remind
me of his writing style. I’m afraid I don’t know you as a person. I hope you
realize that I am paying you a very sincere complement. You are
doing very well in your writing. I hope you are enjoying it, because it is fun
to read. (No lie. I think you could publish a book of these “Notes” pages and
it would make waves in the literary world. But don’t do that. I like you
better as a wiki kid than as a literary hootytoot.) ↩︎
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Tell me, 1uxb0x—your name is so like Linux to me. (Because of ‘fluxbox’ which was my favorite back when I was only probably three times your age.) I think you are still deciding on a name though—is that right?
Your “Notes” and “Free Writing” pages are solid gold.[1] You are clearly a very hard worker—I can’t tell if you are hard on yourself or just very determined. You have a lot of things you want to do in your life, that’s for sure.
I like your “Free Writing” pages—and I do the same thing myself. When I am writing, I like to just write something that I see. Almost like taking a photograph, but I am writing it down. I think most people like to write what they are feeling, but that often causes me to stop and think too much. But I just want to write something—and they are very fun to read back on.[2]
As for your “Notes”—I like pages like this. Or pages like this one about your dad and your sense of morality. You might feel that this page is very disorganized and messy—but I find it to be absolutely readable and I can tell where copy-and-paste is happening and where you are writing.[3] I have a friend who will very much enjoy reading your writings and I hope it is okay if I show him. (He will probably have some excellent advice as well.)
Ok, for now, au revoir, fellow human.
Or, flakes of solid gold, if they happen to be smaller pages. Or boxes of sticky pencils, if they happen to be lists of random thoughts that are in your head that day. ↩︎
My grandmother used to read me her journals when I would visit her. She would start by reading a few funny e-mails she got, but inevitably she would end up pulling out a volume of her personal journals. Many of my relatives didn’t enjoy that she would do this—and they thought it was anti-social or maybe impolite of her—but I always found it quite charming. I loved to drink tea while she would read to me. And her entries were much like your “Free Writing”—It is July 3rd. There is a blue van parked outside the house that has been there all week. One of the kids peeked inside and said that it was filthy. It sure does stink. They are also selling a new kind of cinnamon roll at the grocer’s across the street— ↩︎
Your writing reminds me very much of Édouard Levé. I am sorry to compare you to him—because he killed himself—but I assure you that you only remind me of his writing style. I’m afraid I don’t know you as a person. I hope you realize that I am paying you a very sincere complement. You are doing very well in your writing. I hope you are enjoying it, because it is fun to read. (No lie. I think you could publish a book of these “Notes” pages and it would make waves in the literary world. But don’t do that. I like you better as a wiki kid than as a literary hootytoot.) ↩︎