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Several reasons, really. A lot of my friends have Livejournals, and some of them don't even suck, and more power to them. But this is me we're talking about here.

1.) I'm more private than average. On this site, the only evidence of my name is that the posts are signed off by me. I don't, as a rule, talk much about my life. This is purposeful. There also aren't a lot of photos of me on the net, which I like. (Not least of which because those that do exist tend to be less than flattering. I don't really photograph well.)

I genuinely like the fact that not everybody knows my movements. I like that by reading this page, you will have no idea what I did last night. (I am boring, mind you. "I read a book and went to go see "Undercover Brother" with some mates" is hardly Hemingway in its level of electricity.) Maybe you figure out I'm something of a dork, but I never disguise the fact.

2.) It'd only be another page I'm not updating. I have this page to sporadically update on a very, very low-intensity basis!

3.) There is no need for another boring goddamn Livejournal in this world. Not to name names or accuse friends, but good goddamn, have you actually bothered to read some of these things?

June 1st, 2002
"I walked around a lot today. Saw some flowers. Then I came home, made macaroni, and sat down to watch "the Simpsons". It was the one where Apu becomes an American citizen. One of the better ones. I should really go clean out the dog's dish."
Feeling: loosey-goosey [here, imagine a stupid little cartoon character miming that emotion]
listening to: Tori Amos

There's a very good bit Bill Bryson once wrote about how he suddenly discovered why his grandfather kept a journal of every dull and mundane thing that happened in his life - it was a way to chart the hours of nothing and make the days go by.

Me, I have trouble with the idea of days going by and making note of that fact. I'm not going to jump into a speech from Dead Poets Society and say "life is to be LIVED! Sieze the day!" because sometimes, goddamnit, I like to sit on my ass and eat macaroni, we all do. But does this boring crap really merit, in any way, a recital?

A journal doesn't have to be focused or full of bootyful poetry or truly deep thoughts. The point of a journal, I've always thought, is to preserve memories of good times, to keep alive a record of how you felt and what you felt. That's fine. (Me, I don't keep a journal. This site is hardly a journal. But that's me.) But that means actually writing something down beyond the most mundane. And if you don't want to do that in public (which is understandable), get a daybook or something.

4.) I just like conversations better than polemics. Ask those who I bebother on ICQ on a regular basis for proof of this fact. They will shake their heads at the message-box plague that is me.



posted by Christopher Bird at 11:19 PM


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Because the players help each other up after they knock each other down. They don't do that in the Stanley Cup. Or the Super Bowl. Or the NBA finals. The World cup is bigger than all of those combined and they always help each other up.

Because soccer is actually pretty damned exciting to watch as sports go, and because when it's good it's better than anything. Yes, even hockey.

Because there's really nobody worth booing. Not even the Americans.

Because they trade jerseys at the end of the game. How cool is that?

Because the "run like a madman, arms extended like Jesus, crazy smile on face, point to self, make victory sign, jump into teammate's hands for victory collapse" ritual after a goal never gets old. And neither does hearing the announcer go "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAL!!!". Or, if you are watching TSN with Graham Leggat, "Goal!"

Because there's very little that's cooler than watching Japanese soccer fans cheer the Japanese team. Imagine your dorky parents being all supporting when you're getting your ass kicked, doing that "good for you" cheer, you know the one, the point of that cheer being they know you know you're not going to win and they don't care and that's the point of said cheer. Now imagine that the stadium is filled with 80,000 people doing that cheer - even when you're winning. Also, they all wear those blue shirts and that's neat as well.

Because soccer has no evil owners trying to screw Steve Austin, which is so 1998 it's not funny.

Because it's nice to get woken up at 5 AM by the Portugese people in my neighborhood shouting "FUCK" as loudly as they can. Well, not nice. But it has flavour.

Because GO SOUTH AFRICA GO! They tied Paraguay, you know. Paraguay's good. And we tied them. Hah!



posted by Christopher Bird at 10:50 PM


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