Anyone else hiding in the woodworks, or would you rather just share reading this over a meeting some day, too? Apparently I splutter and turn red – given how many people have taken to just casually mentioning it offhand, I figure it must be highly entertaining to see. (Ahem. Lizzy.)
It’s actually a really weird flip of the MySpace thing I was mentioning a few weeks ago, not that I’m a name anyone should (or does) know, but of how it must be to write knowing people do occasionally peek. Although I’ve been writing in a bloglike setting for five years now, a lot longer if you include things that aren’t archived here (or if I’m lucky, anywhere), the vast majority of that it’s been writing for an audience of few. Myself and a couple of close friends, at the very most.
I find myself stopping now, and thinking about what I say. Which is as it should be; you should always be aware that what you’re placing online can be found by anyone. But there is a tangible difference between knowing the potential, and the actual. (Or is that the virtual and actual, in ontological quadrivium terms? Or since that damned Husserl test is Friday, would the knowing of potential be the transcendent essence and the actual experience the epistemic?)
As I was telling Sean after he played the splutter’n’blush game, the cognitive awareness of self, not as singular but in relation to others, is a very interesting experience.