They say Doogie Howser was actually a pioneer in terms of online blogging. Do you remember the end of every episode? He’d log onto his computer, have deep thoughts about Wanda and whatever happened in the episode, and then write about it. He’d say aloud what he wrote, which was his little way of sharing with the viewer/world his thoughts about life [and Wanda, can’t forget about wanda..]. That was in the ‘90s. Today, we’ve got blogs and ‘live journals’ and social networking sites, which make journals not subject to just one’s personal computer or self. You could argue, though, that Doogie’s journal and thoughts were not confined only to himself. His journal was documented via tv—the mainstream form of ‘communication, at least back then. I put ‘communication’ in quotes though because television isn’t a form of communication that is necessarily equal or balanced. In fact, it was one-sided. Some one spoke. The viewer watched. The viewer listened. End of story. take it or leave it. With the internet, on the other hand, and blogs and such, everyone has a chance to contribute. No longer is expression limited to a select few. And seeing how many people actually took/take the opportunity is amazing in and of itself. Moreover, it just goes to show the desire and perhaps need we all have as humans to socialize, express, communicate, and connect.
I’ve been writing a lot recently. I find it very helpful and use it as a release to everything that gets built up inside. There’s just so much shit that after letting it out through my fingers, into the key board, and eventually sent to the world [or friends, my world that is] is like some form of therapy. I’ve found my writing comes quite easily when it’s written in my email app. I guess that’s when I feel most free to express myself and therefore that’s when the words come out the quickest and in large chunks or sagas. Thus, I’ve decided to venture into my first Doogie-log. Sort of. I mean, I won’t be writing about wanda or necessarily have profound thoughts. I’d like to, though, keep it as ‘real’ or ‘raw’ as possible. This morning on my ride I wondered if that’s even/ever possible. I’m thinking the only person we can really ‘be real’ with is ourselves, in our heads etc. And perhaps sometimes that’s not even possible, in which case it’d be called denial. But the thing about communication is the need for a medium/media. No one can read each other’s mind. We need/use media to communicate whether it be words, touch, music, whatever. And through the process whatever message that’s sent is never received exactly to the point in which it was sent. It’s impossible because we each/all are different/unique even identical twins. Yup, Mary Kate is not Ashley and vice versa. No one can/could have experienced the exact same thing(s) as another person. It’s just not physically possible, not to mention mentally, emotionally etc.
In any case, enough philosophizing. So here begins the [attempted] story of me.
