Yes, Angelina Jolie

Something I read not long ago (45 days, to be exact) got me writing daily. Again.

I hoped to be writing important and profound things. I mean, who doesn't hope that? But, so far, it's not much more than a journal, a daily dumping of stuff and events and weather and grumbling about my yard or the squirrels or the neighbor's pine trees. Whoa. I nearly got going there.

I know a journal is not all bad, but it is less--less to be valued, I think--than I want it to be.

For many years we have been told that we write our journals for those who come after us. I disliked that notion, although I have to acknowledge the truth of it. Witness my dad's journal, which my sister Janeen has been transcribing so that all of his children may have it to read. This some thirty+ years after his death.

But these pages, 45 days in a row of them now, are for me. I have called them About Being a Person and have no idea if anyone will read them. Ever. And, although I taught my college students that all writing is written to be read, I have had to divorce myself from that idea as I write these pages.

Sure, sometimes I think I have written something clever or noteworthy that I'd like someone to read. But not often. Once in a while I put something from it here or at Carol's Corner. So there.

All the above is a long introduction to this: Today I wrote about Angelina Jolie. It's true. I did. Pretty unlike me to do so, but, nevertheless, true.

So if you want to know why, go to Carol's Corner (because I did just copy/paste what I wrote today) or look into the news today and you'll find the story of the remarkable thing she has done. I'm not being sarcastic here. It is remarkable, risky, and other adjectives. Maybe good or kind.