By any other name...

I suppose explaining myself would be a good thing.  Not that I am certain I can explain myself about anything, but I can at least try to tell the tale of why I go by the pseudonym Goren.

Maybe it'll make sense.

( The truth is in here... )

So, with that all in mind, I chose my pseudonym and my Journal name.  Over time, you might come to know the man behind the mask through the small reveals I will leave in my posts.  You might even think you'll come to understand me, but even here anonymously I will never take off the mask completely.  It's not that I don't want to be known... to be understood... but to let you see me completely unmasked would be to lose what little control I maintain over my balancing act.

And as a final thought, we all live on the razor's edge of life... I'm just aware of my place on it and how deep it cuts.

Are you?

The Mission

I have accepted a new mission in life... eliminate stuff from my life.

Too damned much... STUFF!  Most of it useful at one time, now, not so much so... things like extra cable connections, earbud microphones for cell phones I no longer own, obsolete computer equipment and parts, seventeen pairs of sunglasses (what the hell was I thinking?  Do I really misplace them that often... well I must, I have seventeen pair!), two portable CD players (replaced by a tidy little iPod Nano), endless lengths of telephone cable....  All this stuff has accumulated in drawers, in cupboards, in boxes, in bags in corners of the room to the point I no longer remember putting there.  It's taking over and I won't have it anymore.

Why this sudden and insane outer country rant on an otherwise devoted to the inner thoughts journal?

I have just spent three hours hunting for a digital camera I bought LAST WEEK.  I didn't find it, but did find the three year old digital camera after an hour and took my pictures.  Only to then discover I haven't the first $%#@ing idea where the firewire for downloading the picture from the camera has gotten to and then spending another hour (so far) hunting for that!  I still haven't found it and I'll be damned if I'm going to go buy another.  That's the mentality that got me in this mess to begin with.

I have reached my sanity limit with the amount of crud clogging up my life.  No more stuff!

I have enough mental issues without the physical clutter in my life adding one more thing for me to stress over.

EDIT:  Found the damn firewire... hours and hours after I started looking.  The Mission continues...

Sharp Dressed Man

((Thanks to LJ having a blip when I tried to resize an image, I'm writing this for the second time today. Hopefully it will be better than the last one and less tasty to LJ.))

This musing owes it's beginning to a forum I stumbled over while looking for the proper quotes and episodes for the post on why I chose the pseudonym I did for LJ. Somewhere out there in the Net, is a forum thread devoted in its entirety to LOCI's Detective Goren and his tie clips. There are various theories as to why he wears a tie clip, some holding more water than others, some that 'wouldn't butter your parsnips', and more than a few fangirl-y type of posts. One of the more interesting theories was that the tie clip represented his need to have some control over his life, starting with his tie. That observation in particular started me thinking about why I dress the way do and why I buy the items I do to wear.

( Onward to sartorial elegance! )

One of the posters had noticed that Goren was wearing his tie bar askew as of late and postulated that it was a hint of his tenuous mental state.  Even though I tend to agree with this statement, I have to wonder at the implications this has if I carry it over to my own love of dressing like a gentleman.  My question then is does my love of completing my suit with a proper tie clip to tame my tie equate to a symptom of my mental state? Or is it just my vanity stepping out?  Whichever it may be, the rest of the world can have their casual wear.

I'll be the guy in the suit.