******* You're reading an old entry from Michelle "Lexi Kahn" DiPoala's online diary, formerly called Jungle Sweet Jungle. Blog name changed to Low Budget Superhero in October 2005. Now I mostly go by SuperLowBudge. You can call me Lexi, Michelle or SuperLowBudge, or if you're my mom, then Shelly. Enjoy these old posts (except if you're my mom.) Please follow on Blogger at superlowbudge.blogspot.com. From there you can follow me on Twitter and some other platforms. Thanks!
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...and I couldn't have done it without Mr. Coffee... (April 01, 2001) Jungle Sweet Jungle has been online for one year exactly. Yay me. I shall raise a tiny plastic cuplet of cherry NyQuil and make a toast, to me. Then maybe I'll make some toast, for me. (I'm still sick with what I'm calling the flu).
(Raise your cups and mugs and glasses and and cans and stuff, 'cuz this is the toast):
So I started the diary, and eventually I formulated a secret hope. My secret hope was that, much like the personal letters of an Emily Dickenson or a Jane Austen, all bound up in book form, my own personal JSJ subject matter, language, politics, interests, pop culture references, and even the form itself (online diary? Hello, could it BE any more Gen X?) would serve a loftier purpose: Maybe, taken as a whole-- like the aforementioned letters--- my diary entries could build a full, layered, interesting insight into the mind of a regular Gen X American girl. Woman. Girl. See, that's exactly the kind of identity conflict I'm talking about that gets explored in these virtual pages. (Feminism. What a bitch). Now, a lot of online diaries detail the diarist's day-to-day reality in an I-woke-up- and-took-a-dump-and-went-to-work-and-had-a-smoke-with-Jill-she's-so-hot kind of way. Some diarists steer clear from the daily business of life altogether and just give general, grand emotional meanderings that may or may not reveal character, temperament, and attitude. (Actually, these kinds of diaries always sound like whine, whine, whine to me. Who cares, shut up, is what I find myself saying). I guess I want JSJ to be a kind of amalgamation of those two approaches; looking back over the entries, I see that sometimes I succeed, sometimes I utterly fail. But the overall effect is okay. Some entries have since turned into longer, polished pieces that I'll polish for like, five more years before I send them off to fiction magazines for rejection. So it's been a year; areas of improvement for the next year? One thing that I realize I didn't really do this year is write about the really important things I care about, the things that are going on in the world, at the time they're happening. I never really wrote about the Presidential election, the big storms that hit the region this winter, the energy crisis, the arrest (finally!) of Slobodan Milosovich, the earthquake in India-- I had to pull over because the NPR broadcast made me cry for those people, did I mention? I did not mention. Or, I often neglect to write about the less global, more me-centric things that show me a thing or two about, say for example, the Somerville Police Department. (There was a whole car-being-towed fiasco that Hub and I endured, which included everything from persecution to extortion). I didn't write about any of that. Another thing I think I'll do in the next year is post some of my fiction--- like that first story ever published I told you about a minute ago, and the longer pieces that result from the Jungle brain-dump entries. So here's to a year down. May your mouse-hands tingle with joy. Cheers. (clink)
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