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Truthfulness [Oct. 13th, 2005|05:40 pm]
Lindsey Kuper

I've been feeling really uncomfortable with my own habit of quoting other people's emails in my journal entries, even (maybe especially) if they're entries that I filter to a small group of people. It just isn't right. If someone writes me a personal message, he's trusting me implicitly to not turn around and tell other people what he said. I've tried paraphrasing as a workaround for my guilt, but that's such a cop-out; in fact, it's even worse -- I can't do it without sounding glib and superficial. Not to say that I'm not glib and superficial.

Now, I pretty much tell Maya leadsynth everything anyway, and anyone who's not okay with that might be better off never telling me anything, but still, I don't have to be so offhand about it -- sharing things that were told to me in confidence with any list of people that comes from a frickin' database query, for God's sake -- however carefully considered I imagine that list to be.

To hell with friends filters.

I don't develop crushes easily or quickly. They take a very long time to develop, in fact. So I feel a little odd about this weekend, because although I don't have a crush yet, it might be a proto-crush. It's too early to tell if it's a proto-crush, or if it's simply that I think you're awesome. You see, on Saturday night, I was sort of falling asleep and going "yeah, uh-huh" to things you said, but then I came awake and suddenly realized that your feet were in my lap and you were quoting my favorite Borges short story to me. And I kept having little flashes of "he's awesome", like "orthogonal" or your hipster PDA, or after the Vanderslice concert when being with you turned a boring trip home on the red and blue lines into a wild midnight jaunt across the city. We were practically skipping through the Washington tunnel. At least, that's what it felt like we were doing.

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[User Picture]From: flaccus
2005-10-14 01:18 am (UTC)

Honi soit qui mal y pense

Yay for you!

:-)
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[User Picture]From: sonetka
2005-10-14 02:23 am (UTC)
Nice! Glad to hear that :).

By the way, what *is* your favourite Borges story? I'm especially partial to "The Garden Of Forking Paths" myself, though I like all of them in varying degrees.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2005-10-14 05:55 am (UTC)
It's "Funes, the Memorious". Or "Funes, His Memory", I guess, as they're apparently translating it these days. Boo to that!
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2005-10-15 04:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah, like truffles.

I don't know, that one just sticks with me.
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[User Picture]From: matchgirl
2005-10-14 02:45 pm (UTC)
dude was hott. He needs to move with you to portland. I very much approve of this proto-crush.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2005-10-14 11:22 pm (UTC)
heh.

um.
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