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Wednesday, July 28, 1999 Shmuel Syndrome You know, I can't seem to recall what I did today. Even my e-mail is of little help in reconstructing it; it seems that I only sent out one message, that being a rather lengthy copyediting job on a piece submitted to Clean Sheets. You can get into the strangest discussions when you're nitpicking through a piece of erotic writing. The question of whether we should adopt a house style for the spelling of the slang term for semen -- is "cum" acceptable, or should we insist on "come"? -- is roughly par for the course. (We still don't have a policy on that one, incidentally.)
Having said all that, I suppose I should say that, on the whole, I agree with Erin's perspective on Eyes Wide Shut, which I haven't seen, although that owes more to lack of interest than to moral qualms on the matter. In fact, I suspect I'd go her one further, in that I'd consider pretty much any film out there featuring nudity to be essentially pornography, including, say, Shakespeare in Love. From a religious standpoint, I ought to be avoiding 'em all. And let's not even get into where erotica fits into all this. You will note a wild inconsistency here. Perhaps several. All I can say is that I never claimed to be doing very well, from a religious standpoint. And that compartmentalization can be a wonderful thing. <wry smile>
Okay, in lieu of an actual entry, here's another rerun, this time a post I made to Journals-L back on June 23rd, in response to a question about whether people's entries were planned in advance, or completely made up on the spot. It's not entirely inappropriate, and, besides, Columbine alluded to it awhile back, so I might as well give y'all the reference:
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Generally, I find that it goes something like this: Go about daily activities. Throughout the day, notice interesting things to write about. Mull over thoughts appropriate for a journal entry. Write and rewrite passages inside your mind. Build up a long rant, with lots of detail, which you're just raring to write about. Go home. Sit down at computer. Suddenly feel all the great ideas drain away, and find yourself with a complete lack of interest in actually writing the stuff you've been planning on getting to. Ramble about your insomnia or something instead. Repeat daily.
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