Despite the mention by people here and there of the recent unpleasantness
of d-land (which in my case means not knowing if my supergold is really
there or not, so I paid for another three months even though I don't think
I was due to), I'm not at all interested in leaving d-land for other
pastures, be they green, cyan, or some other hexadecimal code. I saw
mention in another diary of a site called scribblejournal, but I didn't
see enough there to give me a sense of anything.
This raises two issues for me: R -- remember, getting a master's degree in
creative writing -- has always had just a touch of a snobbish edge when it
comes to my diary writing. She agrees that it's writing and if I like it,
it's good for me, but I always heard the faintest hint of it's not really
writing. I've been letting that pass. I've been telling her all along that
it is a fascinating experience on all kinds of levels.
Yesterday she tells me that she just started a d-land diary. Well, I'm
just tickled. It's not for me to read; I don't want to. But I'm feeling
bemusedly validated, the way a mom does when her kid has an "Ahh!" moment
and realizes that mom's not a moron after all.
Here's the second issue. I am thinking about starting another diary, maybe
on scribblejournal, maybe not, that would pretty much be the same as this
one, maybe with some of the entries edited a bit, for family viewing.
Perhaps a simpler template. The only thing stopping me just now is that I
can't think of a username/diaryname for it. Which has been making me think
more about the one I chose for this diary.
Clearly, purple chai didn't come to me until I was working on the template
a few days down the road; I knew I wanted the chai in there, so my
username is chailife, since chai means life. It should have been purple
chai. Which has really become a secret identity for me, an alter ego. When
I leave messages in notes or guestbooks, I sign them purple chai, or chai.
It feels like me. It feels like my real name in diaryland, and perfectly
natural to sign that way. I like being the purple chai.
So how can I be anyone else? I can't use the same name for a family diary;
the distinction from this one is the whole point. Who else am I? Who else
would I like to be?
I've got a weird little nickname I use here in the house, based on a silly
thing K wrote about me in first grade, but it wouldn't mean anything to my
sister, her kids, friends. So that's out. Anyway, I use it as a password
for all kinds of stuff, so that's pointless.
My sister called me a nickname when I was a baby: Bushy. She said my hair
stuck up on my head like a bush. But I don't want to be called Bushy.
That's what I call the enemy and his cohorts: the Bushies. Out.
My real name of course is out, since that sucks. I could register a domain
name, like www.oldbag.com; that would be nice and descriptive.
Thinking, thinking ... I'll come up with something.
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