my mother found my blog

Actually, i told her about it. We were talking about the various merits and demerits of blogs, & i mentioned that i had started one and gave her the url.

She questioned if perhaps i was being a bit harsh. About what? i asked--about the idle loafers in front of bars (see "culture is how you look"). Perhaps they work at night, she said.

Okay, maybe. Maybe they work at night. That doesn't change the fact that during the day they loafed at bars and made nasty comments to women walking by. If you've read any of the #1 Ladies' Detective Agency books, think of the young men who work at the garage and add some R-rated material.

So, here is my caveat: all of this is my opinion. The contents are merely my observations and i'm not trying to be objective. Perhaps i'll begin using my historiography training in a few months to write more well-rounded, objective, positive observations but i'm not trying to convey any other than what comes to mind at the moment, because that's what processing is.

A man i respect greatly read all of my newsletters. He also got my quasi bi-weekly updates. He said, when i got home, that he often wondered what was really going on in my life, and what i wasn't saying. He wondered if my newsletters were censored.

Censoring is a difficult word to weigh as it carries highly negative connotations. There were newsletter readers and they were not oppressive, but i did feel a burden to give an overall positive impression with each communiqué. Was that censorship? I don't think so. I still feel a burden to give good impressions--isn't that what humans usually want to do? And the readers checked spelling and layout, too; it wasn't only linguistic content that they checked, and i found that very helpful.

So. There is Truth. It has many sides. I don't claim to know all of them and have a whole picture, but my bits ought to count, too.