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The Shift of Matter
A few minutes ago I had a mental flashback, briefly transporting me back six years to a time when going on vacation meant worrying about how I would make my daily Live Journal update in the absence of easy internet access. I'm not sure why I cared so much, but there were a few years in the mid-2000s when skipping a day felt like a major slip-up. I remember once, at the end of November in 2005, when I missed several days in a row due to a problem with our cable only to find, upon returning to the internet, that many people had written me to express their concern over my absence. My, how things have changed. I could probably go several weeks now without an update and only hear from two or three folks.

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masoo From: masoo Date: June 3rd, 2010 07:12 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
To be honest, I get more concerned about some of your posts in these dark times than I do about their absence.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 3rd, 2010 07:30 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

The Shift of Matter

That's interesting. I didn't mean this one to seem doom-and-gloom. It was just weird to be in the same place I've been for a decade's worth of Memorial Days -- more or less -- and remember both what it was like to be here before I started blogging and how my plunge into Live Journal in 2003 radically reshaped my sense of what kind of connectivity I needed away from home.
masoo From: masoo Date: June 3rd, 2010 07:34 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: The Shift of Matter

I didn't think of this as doom-and-gloom. I was thinking more of those inscrutable postcards from the void that pop up on occasion.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 4th, 2010 08:07 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: The Shift of Matter

Hey, it's the inscrutable postcards that make me happy to still be "public."
flw From: flw Date: June 3rd, 2010 03:36 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I think these things are just fads to most people. I have so many friends on livejournal whose first post is "Still can't believe I got into _____ University! I am expecting this semester to be SOOO hard, and yet SOOO satisfying! My cultural studies professor is VERY intimidating. He seems hard, but fair. I am thinking of majoring in Liberal Guilt..." Then four years later, plus a few months, their last post is, "I haven't posted on here in SOOO long, but work is SOOO hard. My new boss is hard, but fair. I am thinking of going back to _____ to get a Masters in White Supremacy in Business..." and then, they're done. Gone!

When you add in all the, "been spending SOOO much time on facebook" posts...
alsoname From: alsoname Date: June 4th, 2010 01:43 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
This is one of the funniest things I've read in a while.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 4th, 2010 08:11 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
All too true. And all too depressing, aside from the pleasures of your wit.
elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: June 4th, 2010 01:33 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Rest assured we do miss you. I know what you mean, though. My own journal has gotten more and more mundane of late--or just more and more private as I lock down dissertation ruminations.

Happy vacationing!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 4th, 2010 08:13 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Thanks. Wish I could see you. But even seeing San Diego friend has proven impossible this time around.
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cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 4th, 2010 08:12 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I know you're one of the few who would notice and care. And for that I'm most grateful. Actually, though, I wasn't feeling bleak about LJ specifically or blogging more generally. I just had this weird sense that it once mattered to me a lot to be present every day in this capacity. That's why I'm returning this comment at 1:12am from a street in Encinitas, near where I'm camping: I'm nostalgic for that caring.
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