ALL HANGS OUT Do you remember when people used to try to keep written records of their lives - dull or glamorous. If a young lady set down those dates, addresses, names, confessions, factoids, romantic and wishful longings the miscellany book was called her "diary". If she was a bit more settled, the writings were often a small book inscribed "My Life", "My Daily Record" or something such as that. If the lady were somewhat more mature in the nature of the materials of the work-a-day world matter would be more serious in nature. Most such collections became quickly lopsided with too much family history, hankerings and prejudices. With men who kept such diary records and details of their reasoning were usually said to be keepers of "journals".
In case you have not noticed,there are far more diaries and journals being routinely done each and every day than at any time ion our history. The very nature of the doing has changed radically, too Propriety is, with many, in serious question.
One has heard little of it. This a abuse. The so-called diary - more specifically which we called a personal is now a salacious,filth best described as pornographic excess trash. It has been featured recently in a cut-down, modified, versions in the "My Place" controversy on the Internet and in media in general in the media. Too hot to handle.
In our other world problems we are seeing evidence,perhaps of the same sort of fear in facing cultural-filth-pollution problems in regulations and rules set forth by porn-placed officials with power to make it stick albeit sick!
If there has ever been a time when we, as a nation, have ever been more in need of advice and guidance - this is it. The very standard by which we live is being destroyed.
A.L.M. April 28,2006 [c318wds]
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