Ear Candy: "Leaving on a Jet Plane" by Ani DiFranco
Typing things is cold. I know that it should be the same as writing things down, but it never is. I have so many thoughts and ideas, and I can pour them through my hand into the pen and watch the pen flood the paper with my heart, and it will feel warm. But when I get to the computer to spill my ideas onto it, I am suddenly empty. Everything bubbles right underneath my surface, and I can’t think. I am frustrated. It is cold and unfeeling. Handwriting is different for everyone, but on a computer, we all type the same. We all have the same fonts; we all use the same spell check. Typing things makes them impersonal. This makes me sad, because if I take the time to write something, then it means something. And how can I convey that if it is all the same? I wish I could hand write a novel; but my handwriting is crap, so perhaps not…
If you have random moments where you feel the need to share your thoughts, I love you.
~E
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i'm not quite sure, but definitely not this weekend.
I love this. Fuck, I love you. I just spent like, an hour with you today and it's simply not enough, ever.
I love blogs like this. You need to post more in your livejournal biotch! you too, Sarah!
OMG. I totally agree with you, but there is a paradox within this. (For me at least.) If I write something down on paper, chances is, I'll never show it to anybody, but if I put it out there on the computer for everybody to see, I can't help it. So, while a computer becomes cold, writing (once again, for me,) goes nowhere. Erin, you are an amazing person, and quite the intellectual.
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