Monday, January 12, 2004
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CONCENTRIC CIRCLES
During my senior year of college, a small group of us photo-journalist wannabes gathered regularly at a table, nursing $3 Starbucks and discussing the art of movie-making. Only a year later but many thousand miles distant, I miss those times and those friends, but am feeling that I've joined a diverse and interesting community of friends in the blog world. In following their daily lives, I find myself becoming attached to people I will never meet. I laugh or cry with them the way I would have with my college friends a year ago.
I do hope I'm not in the process of losing the meager supply of marbles I started with.
During my senior year of college, a small group of us photo-journalist wannabes gathered regularly at a table, nursing $3 Starbucks and discussing the art of movie-making. Only a year later but many thousand miles distant, I miss those times and those friends, but am feeling that I've joined a diverse and interesting community of friends in the blog world. In following their daily lives, I find myself becoming attached to people I will never meet. I laugh or cry with them the way I would have with my college friends a year ago.
I do hope I'm not in the process of losing the meager supply of marbles I started with.
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