I signed-up for this service a while back. Well, by ‘signed-up’, I mean I put myself into the waiting list for Hi some months ago when I first read about it. I thought it’d be a good service to use for writing about my San Francisco trip come September.
September came around, and the Hi e-mail was still lacking from my inbox, so off I went to San Francisco and SpringOne 2GX, having to write about it all in the traditional way, ie: when I came back home and sorted through all my luggage and photos.
2 weeks after having come back home, I wake up to an invite from Hi.
So yeah, I wanted to use Hi to write about my trip because I wanted it to be more about what I could write (as is my normal method of communicating the happenings in my life, hence the blog I’ve now had for at least 12 years) instead of what photos I could take - I’m not an Instagram person.
It’s a bit late for that now, what with it being October and all. I pulled the calendar down from the wall this morning, flipped it over to a new month, and sighed a little at seeing that time of year when I turn another year older. The thought was blogworthy, so I thought it’d be good to use Hi to try write this little tidbit, see if I can’t use this service for something after all. I’ll probably still try to reflect it on my main site somehow (code something to scrape this info maybe?) since I don’t like having all these disparate musings scattered throughout the internet.
We’ll see how this goes.
It is often in the small and simple things where we find the answer to who we are :)
Home is where the heart is!
Autumn breeze clearing the mind
To live is not this!
He was happy he'd decided to go
I'm stuck here in a society that doesn't let me be where I need to be. Held back by the people who birthed me, by the people who learned me, by the people who will bury me when I have lived my shitty, cynical life. I have three options, One which would bring joy to me that I have not seen in a long time, one which would give me the opportunity for me to be possibly the happiest ever happy in the future, and one which would break me apart. Most likely I will have to choose the latter. The one that will break me. The society that we have created will break me, just like it has broken you without you even knowing. We sit behind our computers, reading other peoples stories because we have none to tell. I am not free,if I go out and find a drink, I get arrested. If I go to the orchard nearby, I get arrested. If I try and build a house on some land that I think looks suitable to raise my family in, I get arrested. Is this how life is meant to be? Is this how we started? Is this how we will end? This may not make complete sense, but that's because it's come right from my heart. I hate western society.
Good luck living in a world like this. I'm off to Alaska.
The farmer's beads
The weight of a memory