I’m enjoying moving my posts over more than I thought I would. I’m making good headway with 2004. One down and 15 years to go.

Plan for today was to go on a Bible study in Lawrence. No meeting because assembly tomorrow. So I had to make a special trip up to Lawrence from home. Got up, got dressed, out the door and two exits up 495 the study cancels. Urge to kill rising.

Get home and have nothing to do today. So let’s get started on moving some of these posts over with the full day of nothing I have planned. Turn on the Dirty Jobs marathon and get copying.

Like I mentioned the other day, a lot of these posts are nothing more than a couple sentences about an uninteresting, unimportant whatever that was happening at that moment. But it is interesting to see how different/the same I was back then. I shared a lot. Some of these posts, if I saw someone post something like that now on FB, I’d be thinking, “Seriously? Who cares?” But we did at the time. A lot of these ‘nothing’ posts are followed by comments and dialogue by my friends at the time who did care and typically posted the same kinds of stuff.

I’d hit ‘Post to aswad’ and then never look back at the things I wrote except on occasion when I’m looking for some specific long rant that I want to send someone (i.e. birds in AC). But these other little nothing posts are the ones I’m finding most amusing—like a time capsule containing my old technology obsessions, job happenings, and my transition from Fenway to ASL among many things. These are the ones I’ve been reading more of today as I copy, not so much the long ones that I don’t have time for. I came across one where Kathleen commented something about her VCR remote and “taping” something. There are tons of posts about my Palm Pilot which I was in love with and to this day I think was, pound-for-pound, my fav piece of tech ever. And then posts that expressed how irritated I was at something that was really nothing.

This whole process is making me want to write more. I’m really glad I wrote all this stuff, as ridiculous as most of it is. Looking back, I see how clueless I was regarding SO many things.

So now I have to get myself to do it again. But this time there’s no friends list. No one to tag or tell stories for the purpose of keeping up with me because, again, “Seriously? Who cares?” But I will, 15 years from now, looking back, if the system goes on that long.

With all that in mind, I updated my FPO blog title “Happenings” to a more permanent title “For me, in spite of me,” a line I’ve used on anything from my contemporary poetry final to a free photo book I made from Adorama.

So, here. Welcome to my updated blog, me. Thank you. You’re welcome.


Well, the blog lives here now. What was formerly the Little Brown LiveJournal will from now on be updated on WordPress in whatever colors I end up making this. I still haven’t decided.

Like is typical of me, I start out on a project and never finish it and only go back to working on it when I absolutely have to and then obsess over it, until I’m not. Time passes and then repeat. That’s been the way with my Web site. Work obsessively and then get distracted and stop. Then a possible job opportunity comes up and I’m back to obsessing.

When I moved over to Inmotion hosting from IX Webhosting which I’d had since I graduated, it came with a WordPress option. I had seen things over the years and been asked occasionally if I knew how to import to WordPress from another blog platform. Now I need this feature.

Through all my Googling, I’ve found that pretty much every blog platform can be relatively easy to export/import to WordPress. Except Livejournal. They were the OG. And like the innovators of things (Sega?) they get outdone and become obsolete. Even more inconvenient, seems like LJ hasn’t updated anything in years and the beta export tool they made forever ago doesn’t work. As some have said, LJ is holding all our teenage/early 20s angsty musings hostage.

If I’m going to move my posts over, it’ll have to be manually and not include any comments made.

I minded this initially but after I moved the first couple, I kinda got into it. It’s getting me to look at these posts I had forgotten.

I started a LJ back in 2004 after friends and friends of friends from college kept asking me to. This would be our way of telling each other in detail every random thing we formerly would talk about, but now we were all separated. This is before Facebook was a thing. Previous to LJ, we had our Quotebooks that we were slowly starting to not keep up with. As I’m looking back on some posts I really did use it as a Twitter before Twitter. I’d add a post just to say I was annoyed with someone on the T or just a few-word gripe about my mother.

Then social media picked up and LJ wasn’t needed so much except when I had something long to say. So it kinda fizzled out. And I guess that’s what happened to everyone’s, which is resulting in my tedious copy/pasting of the happenings of my life that seem so long ago but yet not.

I think the last time I got all nostalgic on LJ was when I had been on it for 10 years and I was recounting what had changed in those 10 years. I think that was like 5+ years ago. Or maybe it was when I turned 30 and was recounting the previous 10 years before that. Whatever. It was 10 something.

So yeah, this is a pain, but it’s kinda interesting. And sad. Seeing comments and stories from/about friends that are long gone literally and figuratively. Some I totally forgot about or still can’t remember who they are past their LJ handle.

A few words into any given post and it’s like I’m beamed back into that moment. Heard something on the radio about how when you hear a song or smell something that triggers a memory, for an instant, the chemicals in your brain put you right back into that moment, emotions and all. You feel exactly how you felt. Just for an instant. Makes sense.

Anyway that’s what up. I’m realizing that if LJ eventually craps the bed (and I’m really surprised it hasn’t already) 15+ years of stories are going to be gone and that would be a huge shame, especially now that I’m reading some of them and looking at them with middle-aged eyes and seeing some charm to them. So here I go, one-by-one moving all my posts over to here before I kill the LJ. And throw a new post in here and there when I feel the need to comment on past happenings. Or if I get another squirrel in my room.