I guess I can't let this day pass without at least noting that it is the Fourth of July, the American Independence Day. I am considering heading down to the Spam Jam festival in Austin Minnesota, a celebration of everything spam and spam-related, but in the end I think I will just sit at home.

Neat-O! I just browsed through some random blogs on that "Fresh Blogs" list and got a glimpse of some stranger's lives, reading about their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets. Well not really, maybe. Most of them were about daily activities dotted with occasional reflections, but still it is all pretty neat. I'm impressed how earnest everyone is about blogging, creating neat little entries with morals, anecdotes, ironies, pearls of wisdom, to share with the blog reading world. And here I am just plugging away, typing letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, sometimes too long for the blogger server to comprehend, with no clear meaning attached to any of my entries. With my blog, what you see IS what you get. The amazing thing about all this is that I still continue to write, like a man who walks in the desert without will, I write without understanding why. Kind of like my life. The days come and go, nothing interesting to write about ever happens, but I continue to write, I continue to live. It is the walking that keeps the man alive, so it is the writing that keeps me alive. I guess I'm hoping to reach the point of exhaustion when I will start to hallucinate, and then I can write my great novel. But until then, it's just going to be this meaningless meandering.