A Staccato Autumn Morn

Good afternoon ladies and mostly gents! I'm pleased to announce that my cold is very much on it's way out. Not gone but definitly leaving.

Today is a good day. The wind is brisk, the sun is shining and I had pancakes for breakfast with grade A Canuck Amber Maple Syrup. Mmm Mmm good.

Five days, 8 hours, 13 minutes and 35 seconds. 64 cigarettes not smoked, saving $13.76. Life saved: 5 hours, 20 minutes.

LEATHA!

Ya ever noticed Leather people are sorta like Trekies? They have conventions, spend a lot of their money on it and generally breed amongst themselves.

Conclusion

I've been thinking about this for a while. People say their journal is their own and they can write whatever they'd like in it. Sure, granted you can say whatever you'd like, but as soon as somebody has a contradictory oppinion in their comments they use their right to free speech as a rebuttal. Now this has been jiving me for a while, it doesn't seem just. There has to be another factor at work here. I think it's comments. As soon as you open your journal to commenting you loose it being wholely your own. It's public property at that point, you just co-ordinate the topic of discussion.

Think of it without the pretense of being on the internet. If it were a piece of paper in a notebook and you allowed people to write comments on your work would you say that it's your piece of expression at that point? It's that simplistic notion of ownership of what you sanction as a public space. If you don't want people in your back yard, don't let 'em in. Of course, I think a lot of people are more casual about their journal and aren't specifically sure what they want.

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