Jan. 9th, 2009

Letters

Jan. 9th, 2009 05:28 pm
rhythmaning: (violin)
I used to write letters: long, drunken swirling narratives. And I kept a copy of them. Not necessarily every one, but a lot of them.

I have been meaning to match some letters describing trips I have been on – India, Borneo, New York – with pictures taken on those trips. It is actually why I started this journal, more than three years ago.

This morning, I started to sort through these old letter. There are 188, spanning eighteen years. A little over ten a year – not that productive, then. But perhaps thousands of pages.

They are full of adolescent ramblings (long after adolescence): girls, parties, gigs; girls, mostly.

I didn’t read them – well, I glanced at a couple; I was simply trying to put them in date order.

Then I got curious: I wanted to work out who I had written too. It was quite surprising.

Off those 188, I can’t tell who 28 of them were written for: they don’t start “Dear…” Of the remaining 160, I can have letters to 39 people: 30 women and nine men. Eighty per cent of those 160 letters are to 18 people. I wrote to D, my friend in New York, eighteen times; my brother, 16 times (whilst he was working abroad – which he did a lot); T, a girlfriend, 12 times (when she was away from university). And A, 12 times (although it gets a little more complicated – she married Dd, and some letters are addressed A&Dd and some Dd&A…).

I am still in touch with 10 people on the list, which I think isn’t bad going, ten years on.

Now I have to try to find whether I have written about the places I think I wrote about, and transcribe them; then I have to find the photographs and scan.

I may be some time.

Letters

Jan. 9th, 2009 05:28 pm
rhythmaning: (violin)
I used to write letters: long, drunken swirling narratives. And I kept a copy of them. Not necessarily every one, but a lot of them.

I have been meaning to match some letters describing trips I have been on – India, Borneo, New York – with pictures taken on those trips. It is actually why I started this journal, more than three years ago.

This morning, I started to sort through these old letter. There are 188, spanning eighteen years. A little over ten a year – not that productive, then. But perhaps thousands of pages.

They are full of adolescent ramblings (long after adolescence): girls, parties, gigs; girls, mostly.

I didn’t read them – well, I glanced at a couple; I was simply trying to put them in date order.

Then I got curious: I wanted to work out who I had written too. It was quite surprising.

Off those 188, I can’t tell who 28 of them were written for: they don’t start “Dear…” Of the remaining 160, I can have letters to 39 people: 30 women and nine men. Eighty per cent of those 160 letters are to 18 people. I wrote to D, my friend in New York, eighteen times; my brother, 16 times (whilst he was working abroad – which he did a lot); T, a girlfriend, 12 times (when she was away from university). And A, 12 times (although it gets a little more complicated – she married Dd, and some letters are addressed A&Dd and some Dd&A…).

I am still in touch with 10 people on the list, which I think isn’t bad going, ten years on.

Now I have to try to find whether I have written about the places I think I wrote about, and transcribe them; then I have to find the photographs and scan.

I may be some time.

Ritual

Jan. 9th, 2009 06:50 pm
rhythmaning: (violin)
Last weekend, I started this year’s diary by moving all the addresses from the old one into the new one; some people don’t get copied across, dropping out after a while of silence.

Except last year I hadn’t done this: I was in a funny mood at the beginning of the new year, and I hadn’t started my diary as usual. I did have a diary, I just never copied the names from the previous year. This did mean that when I needed the names – which I did a lot in the autumn - I had to go into my old diary. A bit like that year not properly closing.

I also go through the pages and make sure any useful information I have scribbled down during the year is kept. It also serves to review the year – informally. It really was quite strange. Indeed, it has been a strange couple of years, all in all.

Ritual

Jan. 9th, 2009 06:50 pm
rhythmaning: (violin)
Last weekend, I started this year’s diary by moving all the addresses from the old one into the new one; some people don’t get copied across, dropping out after a while of silence.

Except last year I hadn’t done this: I was in a funny mood at the beginning of the new year, and I hadn’t started my diary as usual. I did have a diary, I just never copied the names from the previous year. This did mean that when I needed the names – which I did a lot in the autumn - I had to go into my old diary. A bit like that year not properly closing.

I also go through the pages and make sure any useful information I have scribbled down during the year is kept. It also serves to review the year – informally. It really was quite strange. Indeed, it has been a strange couple of years, all in all.

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