Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavour of Jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/dearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

If I do this for you, you must post this on your b*log or journal.

I made a decision tonight.
Was drinking some Rosè
contemplating.
B*logs will become important
historical
documents
for future generations
I believe
so b*loggers go on!
keep at it!
no matter how mundane
no matter how personal
no matter how trivial
keep at it
at it

The decision is this
I will start documenting my life
in letters
the truth
the whole truth
and nothing but the truth
so help me

The way I have felt things
the way I have seen things
the way I think about things
documented
in letters
hidden
away
away
until the day I
move on
die

Then the letters will be left
to whomever cares about me
the most
at that time
the truth
the whole truth
and nothing but the
so help me

I am still young
25
a perfect spot
from which to document
clearly
the earlier days
and then I will keep on
regularly
all will be documented
my people
my love
my kinky
as well as my altruistic
and my selfish
and my rational
feelings
and dreams
and thoughts
and impressions

The milestones
the touchstones
the events
the moments
the all
the everything
every
thing

A lifetime
of work
a lifetime's application
a detailed account
of the actualI
every bit
every significant
and not-so-significant
piece
of my life

This is my legacy
my all
my self
And whomever the recipient
of the document
is
will have full control
and right
over its distribution
or its demise

Interesting to start
documenting before
one's life has
reached its peak
will this document matter
will it prove important
significant
or trivial

We shall see
at the end
of the process.

Decisively,
..kH

Faithful readers of non-Icelandic origin
forgive me

I realize my last entry was almost entirely in Icelandic. I claim the right to do this from time to time, as it is much more natural for me, anyway, to speak and write in Icelandic, than it is for me to express myself in English. And truly, to be brutally honest, sometimes I just can't be arsed to make any communicative sequences in English. It's a great language, but it is tiring. This is true. I have now spoken English fluently for many years, and I have spent a number of years in countries where I spoke more English than my native language, and I find that an hour of speaking English is more exhausting than three hours of speaking Icelandic. I wonder why this is? What is it about the nature of these languages that explains this?

Okay, I am now officially an Apple Mac user, I proudly announce this. I am still learning and getting to know the new equipment, but it looks better and feels.. right. No idea. Maybe I've just decided to feel that way. But I chose to move from PC to Mac, for some personal reason that isn't quite clear to me.
Perhaps I have just been told too often that Mac Makes Sense, but whatever the real reason, I am happy with this.

Yes I am still at college. Why wouldn't I be? Did some of you read my mind while I had doubts?
Suddenly the college is flooded with boys and girls of the same private orientation as my own. The first two years of college it didn't really seem as if there were that many of us. This year, however, Rose Bruford College is queerer than it has been for years.
Calls for celebration, we'll party the way only WE know how to party (well, only WE and some uninhibited individuals of different orientations). Get the lights people! Here we go ..

What else.. day off today. Yay, that tickles my pickle. I'll finally have some quiet time - for homework!

Oh, and I just built a cottage in Italy. I share it with only one.

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Now, I wanted to share the following with you. It is guidance for the day, I think it is an important encouragement:

OCTOBER 27
"Whether we regard difficulties in life as misfortunes or whether we view them as good fortune depends entirely on how much we have forged our inner determination. It all depends on our attitude or inner state of life. With a dauntless spirit, we can lead a cheerful and thoroughly enjoyable life. We can develop a "self" of such fortitude that we can look forward to life's trials and tribulations with a sense of profound elation and joy: "Come on obstacles! I've been expecting you! This is the chance that I've been waiting for!"
..Daisaku Ikeda

Preparing for A Journey Through Other Spaces,
..kH