i have recently been to some other journals. A couple I know fairly well, and have been visiting with a fitful sort of regularity since last summer: Johncam Live diary, and Tyboi's journal. Another is Trae's journal which I read once several months ago when he was featured on reX's raNts. I didn't return to Trae's journal after my first visit (a long visit—I read every detail), because he still believes the HIV/AIDS hypothesis. Back then I chose to not expose my fresh change of heart (I no longer believe HIV causes AIDS) to the intimate musings of a young man enmeshed in and preaching the HIV dogma. I guess now I think it's safe. Or else the novelty of my radical change of course has worn off, leaving me less concerned about the effects which the popular propaganda might have on my decision. Apathy, perhaps.
My journal is most similar to the journals of John, Tyboi and Trae; I call these informal ramblings. We don't adhere to a daily schedule of updates, and sometimes Trae, Tyboi and me leave weeks unspoken. John is more reliable. But we do a significant thing nonetheless; despite the anonymity of the medium, maybe even because of it, we intimately share our lives to prove mostly to ourselves, and perhaps to others additionally, that human intimacy can survive and flourish here on the web, with dignity too.
All that grandiosity aside, my journal yet aspires to become more like my two newest discoveries among journals: Journal of a Writing Man, and Memory and Desire. These two are polished and inspiring examples of setting oneself to the task of daily writing, and accomplishing it well.
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