Reading What Sucks

I've been reading old posts. Trying to get back to the beginning of this place, it's been this crazy journey of voices and immages and people's thoughts.
A quilt of humanity clothed in technology.

I read Martin's post about all good things comming to an end...where are you Martin? Where is your voice that can rise above the sea of crap you talked about.
Where are the rest of the authors of ideas that have passed through this place?
So what if you don't write something magnificant, so what...we are who we are, our world is what we bring here.

Face it we live in a world that is plugged into any number of boxes that you can think of.
The internet, the tube, the latest fad, the latest diet...and maybe the latest prank, see how far we can stretch a body before something stupid really happens...movies that have the same tired theme just dressed up in the latest fashion.

This is print here folks. We are the reporters of our world, and the events and people in our world.
Some of us will have about as much chance as a frog in a blender to get to ever see in the real with our eyes, your world...so paint it for me will ya?
I wanna see your world.

So scream and dance and get your brains un-fogged, and start writing for any who will pass by.

So here I am, standing on this hill looking for the people who say suff that makes me think about more...
LOOKING for you the writers of this place.

I was away for a bit over two years. And when I finally got back on the net, this was the first place I came to...and what did I find?
A nearly silent place. A place filled with words written for each other, the books of dreams and hopes, loves, losses, rants, political stances and anything else you wanna mention...volumes of words.

This is the land of dreams, views into worlds from behind someone else's eyes.

So why am I left with just things you said back then?
Some have taken a break because of what ever reason.
Some have left because this place became the world for them and the real world out side became little more than just something you have daily and work in daily but the want for physical conversation was enough to make them stop speaking here....

This place and others that may exist out there are our words, a part of humanity that is leaving recorded history, so maybe someone in some future place will stumble on the archives of this place and wonder why we let it go the way of everything else that died that was good....

We are writing the history of the future readers of the world.
So again I ask WHERE ARE YOU....calling into the distance, I hope you hear me and pick up and understand that you make my world bigger because you have something to say.

I hope so. In the mean time, I'm here, reading more from people who haven't written here in so long that dust is collecting in their room now.

You are the best immatation of you that exists

In fact it is really crazy. My last logon on this page was maybe four years ago. This evening I went online in ICQ (also after a few years without using ICQ) and saw a user from netalive online. So I came back to have a look. And then I saw your post, written two days ago.

A few posts I've seen are from people from really from the beginning. But I have to ask myself, why I didn't log in a few years. My guess is, that many people through this site with the help of other people found how to live a life outside, outside of the computer world, outside of the online world. Some may refer it as they live the "real" life.

In my experience it is that I still enjoy sitting in front of the computer, okay, that's my job as geek. But the priorities of things changed. So I've learned that people, nature and god are much more valueable and precious than I thought before.

So now it is very interesting for me to came back and see this place. Warm memories are rising in my mind. The first NAO user meeting, ...

Thanks for your post!

Yes, I understand having a life off the computer as well.
It's a strange thing about being gone and then comming back, I've spent time reading journals on here and posts in the forums and I miss reading what people have to say.

The news papers are filled with either bad news or news that isn't really news but fashion blurbs about who's doing what to who kind of thing.
Surface things that don't mean anything.

What I love about reading here and writing here is that there is acutally subsance to what I'm reading.

I have a life outside of here, but like any full life, reading good authors works is a part of that.
So after reading and reading and not seeing much of anything new, I felt the need to stand on some hill, and calling out to see if anyone was there.
Thankyou for answering.

You are the best immatation of you that exists

So again I ask WHERE ARE YOU...

Well, I've been here?!? Doing much more reading than talking these days. I dont have much to talk about, too.

Stuff I intensively think about happens to appear in one of my weblogs, esp. since I'm able to write it in my mother tongue and not have to think so much how to translate this or that phrase.

cu, w0lf.

Naturally, I love Jesus very much. I love him so much that I'd like to crucify him all over again.

This post was edited by ginsterbusch on Mar 26, 2008.

Sorry didn't mean to yell so loud...

I know things change, it's the nature of the way things are. And yes I do know you've been working on your site and translating from German to english takes it's toll, translations do that, so again I appoligize for yelling so loud.

You are the best immatation of you that exists

I always liked your writing, Wendy. :) And I still do. I will put things in, now and then, when I can.

If I had the patience, the balance, the time. I don't ration time well. I forget it. When I do best is when time has no meaning to me. I forget it, dive head first into the little thing that I discover a passion for.

The problem is, time catches up with me.

And now, I must return to writing my essay on the Tibetan independence movement, which was due yesterday morning. With luck, it will be done by the time the sun rises...

You're here, aren't you? You're talking to me, aren't you?

So every time I log in I plan to reply here, and then I can't think of anything clever that hasn't been said before.
The truth is, it's the same with most discussions these days. Stuff I used to jump at a few years ago nowadays just causes me to shrug and think, "been there, done that."
Bush is the worst president ever? Sure he is, no further discussion needed cause it's bloody obvious, and those who disagree should read some of the past 843 discussions on Bush we've had here. Windows vs. Linux? It's all a matter of taste and personal preferences. The meaning of life? I've pondered this question enough for the time being and am quite content with where I am. Poetry? The closest thing to poetry I've ever written is the "Fisherman's Friend in my butt" haiku corner, so let's not go there. That leaves me with my journal and the occasional recipe to post in the Food forum.
I think it gets harder to discuss things with time, because the longer we talk about stuff here, the more likely it is that a similar (or the same) discussion already exists somewhere in the archives of this site, and the harder it gets to find new stuff we haven't already talked about. Our own success is holding us back, so to speak.

Having said that, I love to talk about new stuff!

Consider yourself hugged.

This post was edited by null on Mar 27, 2008.

I feel really shitty now. I'm sorry that I wrote that post...does any one have a huge erraser?
It wasn't intended to make anyone feel bad at all.

This place which has so many people who have something to say has become so quite now.
Again I am really very sorry I wrote that post at all...

You are the best immatation of you that exists

Again I am really very sorry I wrote that post at all...

Please don't. It's a good post. And it has started a good discussion. Deleting it would be a loss.

See it this way, it has caused formerly silent people to post again :-)

Consider yourself hugged.

Ok. I won't delete it.
Thankyou. I felt so bad that it upset people. That was the last thing on my mind when I wrote it.

You are the best immatation of you that exists

I don't think it upset anyone. :-)

Consider yourself hugged.

Or maybe just shook a few people up and made them wonder why they even have Netalive in their bookmark tabs and still don't regularly go back to check up and post, like me, even though they like this place. I can't make any promises to do better, but I can definitely make the attempt.

I'll believe in anything if you'll just believe in anything

I feel like i've grown up here with you all. I'm incredibly close to some of you. Null in particular, my beautiful adopted big brother. I'm quite selfish here i suppose. I've always mainly contributed to my own journal here, but i'm not sorry for that. There's been some times in my life where knowing that somebody was reading has kept me going, kept my head above water until morning and that fresh day arrives. So i've contributed less because with each passing day i only get stronger. I feel very centered in life right now. I have balance and feel ready to deal with whatever the world might throw at me.

I will apologise for contributing less to the other forums here, but i often have little to say that's constructive! However, i shall try to be unconstructively present if that helps? I do love a good quip or pun...

-Mel :P

Look at me! I'm a prostitute robot from the future!

This all feels so strange for me. But more than anything I'm happy to see people saying something.

I felt so bad that maybe I had done a really stupid thing, I do that sometimes, but Null reasured me that it's ok.
I'm still reading, and have been reading funny stuff, I'm planning on reading everything here now. It started out to catch up, now it's become a quest to read it all.
Adding thoughts to threads that poke at me to say something.

Thank you for answering. come stand up on the hill maybe we can see more people come up here to say something.

You are the best immatation of you that exists