A history of ranting
The very first persuasive piece I wrote, that wasn't for classwork, was around 6th or 7th grade. I had done plenty before then, all for class. I didn't realize what this particular piece meant until much later.
What managed to get my ire up enough to do a bit of unsolicited creative writing? It was in a Gifted and Talented class, and we were told that we were going to be doing journals this quarter. Journal writing had been the subject of my ire for some time, as I had done units with them in 4th, 5th, and maybe as early as 3rd grade.
Journals were a tool used by teachers to inspire their students to write more. They catalyzed this by giving writing assignments. Sometimes it was, "give me four paragraphs on this topic," and other times it was, "copy these two paragraphs." They always introduced the Journal section with words to the effect of:
I copied down the required text but I made an addendum. Four paragraphs on why the Journal exercise was fundamentally flawed. I no longer remember what I wrote, but I do remember the main points.
The prejudice against journaling stayed with me for some time. This is unfortunate, as I'm something of a natural diarist. What was the nail in the coffin was the problems a certain senator from Oregon had with his own diaries in the early 1990's.
Bob Packwood got into trouble for the age old problem of boinking interns. During his fall attempts were made to subpoena his diaries. The fight over whether or not the diaries were a form of protected speech was made, and eventually, if I remember right, the Supreme Court opined that the diaries were admissible.
The lesson I took home from this particular event was:
At the time I was thinking of political futures, where writing things down like that could be held against me even 30 years in the future. Unlike most of my peers I did not consider politicians icky, I knew too many of them for that. I eventually came to the realization that I'd never hold elective office, but the habits were well ingrained by then.
This very blog is a purposeful relaxing of my earlier stance. This represents opinion, and is not a daily log of what I did today. Opinion is something it is somewhat safe to share, though even now I have qualms about 20 years from now and these posts being held against me in some way. I do not post daily doings ("Went to Arbys last night. Boy I love their roast beef."), nor do I write about potentially illegal things as well ("I was sooooooo stoned last night").
Committing stuff like that to the written word requires robust encryption. And that, my friends, is a barrier to entry that I have so far not gotten over.
What managed to get my ire up enough to do a bit of unsolicited creative writing? It was in a Gifted and Talented class, and we were told that we were going to be doing journals this quarter. Journal writing had been the subject of my ire for some time, as I had done units with them in 4th, 5th, and maybe as early as 3rd grade.
Journals were a tool used by teachers to inspire their students to write more. They catalyzed this by giving writing assignments. Sometimes it was, "give me four paragraphs on this topic," and other times it was, "copy these two paragraphs." They always introduced the Journal section with words to the effect of:
This is a journal in your own words. Put anything you want in there. These are yours.Um. Riiiiiight. What raised the ire of my 6th or 7th grade self was the hypocrisy of the whole set up. And this gifted and talented class started the unit true to form with two paragraphs about Martin Luther King to copy down in our journals. The text was written with lots of "I" statements, such as "I believe that", and "I think that." Text we were supposed to copy down into our journals, which were "in our words", mind, and turn in for grading.
I copied down the required text but I made an addendum. Four paragraphs on why the Journal exercise was fundamentally flawed. I no longer remember what I wrote, but I do remember the main points.
- If these are 'in our words' then why do we have to copy in required text and submit it for grading?
- The text we are required to copy always was written as if a student wrote it. Are you trying to put words in my mouth?
The prejudice against journaling stayed with me for some time. This is unfortunate, as I'm something of a natural diarist. What was the nail in the coffin was the problems a certain senator from Oregon had with his own diaries in the early 1990's.
Bob Packwood got into trouble for the age old problem of boinking interns. During his fall attempts were made to subpoena his diaries. The fight over whether or not the diaries were a form of protected speech was made, and eventually, if I remember right, the Supreme Court opined that the diaries were admissible.
The lesson I took home from this particular event was:
Anything written down, anything at all, can be held against you in a court of law.As I said, that made an impression on me. It was at that point that I resolved to never keep a diary. This was several years before the advent of blogging, HTML as a language was JUST being standardized for the first time when Packwood imploded, so it was an easy decision to make. This was why I steered clear of social networking sites like Livejournal, and made the early connection between posting "I was sooooooo stoned last night," in a blog, prospective employers using a search engine to find it, and dropping the resume from consideration.
At the time I was thinking of political futures, where writing things down like that could be held against me even 30 years in the future. Unlike most of my peers I did not consider politicians icky, I knew too many of them for that. I eventually came to the realization that I'd never hold elective office, but the habits were well ingrained by then.
This very blog is a purposeful relaxing of my earlier stance. This represents opinion, and is not a daily log of what I did today. Opinion is something it is somewhat safe to share, though even now I have qualms about 20 years from now and these posts being held against me in some way. I do not post daily doings ("Went to Arbys last night. Boy I love their roast beef."), nor do I write about potentially illegal things as well ("I was sooooooo stoned last night").
Committing stuff like that to the written word requires robust encryption. And that, my friends, is a barrier to entry that I have so far not gotten over.
