Please tell me your names, introduce yourself, post a picture! Everyone's invited - friends, strangers, the lurking anonymous - especially those who are otherwise silent. Like a good house party, it's always fascinating to see who turns up.
Tell me who you are, why you're here, how you found me, what inspires you. Even if I know you, introduce yourself to others and tell me what you've done lately. I want to see your faces, I want to read what you'd like everyone else to know. Tell us your stimulations, titillations; show us your pretty hidden treasures. Explain a piece of your world with something beautiful, make something new, or dig up the grave of an old favourite. Anecdotes and self-promotion are welcome, as are photos, job descriptions, awesome links, and whatever else.
Journals have been dying lately, I'd like to see who's chosen to stick around.
I want to know who's on the other end of my screen, what fun and fantastic people are out there, waiting to be met. You are artists and scientists, nihilists and dreamers, comic book illustrators, archeologists, hackers, retail managers, photographers, teachers, librarians, hair dressers, and submarine captains. You are novelists, derby girls, musicians, and accountants. Optimists, pragmatists, magicians and politicians, fencers, film addicts, home owners and homeless. You are lighting designers, poets, animators, and lawyers. You are glorious, fabulous, interesting creatures, rich in colour, thick with story - and I want to hear from you all.
For those new, my name's Jhayne. I'm an unemployed writer and photographer currently trapped in Vancouver, Canada. My website is foxtongue, which is also my on-line name 99% of everywhere. I live on the internet, but share an apartment with two cats, one roommate, and a bunny on the porch. I'm also an amateur taxidermist/cryptozoologist, occasionally play french horn and the saw, and edit other people's novels. I once started a global initiative to save a local turn-of-last-century theater and turn it into a new multimedia venue called Heart of the World. It fell down, went boom, and buried me in crippling debt, but oh well. Other people have recently managed to save it, at least, so I guess that's something.
Welcome to my journal, a mixture of wonder, pointlessness, isolation, and community where I talk about life, love, art, technology, and try not to hate the world.
Now it's your turn. Spill.