Forgotten memories are one of the reasons that I have been wanting to start a diary/web log thing.
I have been thinking about memories lately, trying to recall now distant events. Even major upheavels in my life are difficult to remember. When did I go to South Africa? What happened the next year? Things in recent memory are easy. I took five classes last year, started a website this year, and quit a job last year. Is that all? I'm no longer sure.
Recently, I was reminded of a few events. I thought I had a good recollection of those few days, but I don't. There are reminders everywhere, from the chip in my car's windshield and the lingering thoughts of Darryl and other choiristers I haven't seen in too long. This all started when I saw my own handwriting in a guest book from five years ago. I still don't remember writing in it, although I do remember being there.
Perhaps this will turn into a place to record memories as they surface, and a place to record new memories as they happen.
But then who am I writing for? The first thing Susan taught is in Technical Writing is to write for your audience. I don't have an audience. I haven't told anyone about this site. Sure, someone could guess the url, but that isn't too likely. Maybe I'm writing to myself, maybe I'm not writing to anyone. Or I could be writing to my teddy bear. Or, a long lost friend.