22 June 2003: Revolution

This site's new web host gives me all kinds of nifty features I didn't have on the old one - including the ability to check the server's logs and find out interesting information like how many visitors I get per day, and what words and phrases people have entered into search engines that have led them to this site.  As a result, I have discovered that I have a lot more readers than I suspected.  I have also discovered that the number one way that strangers come across this site is by doing Google searches for the word "qliphoth."  So far this month, 116 visitors have ended up at my site in this manner.  I am pleased to note that so far this month, not a single visitor has ended up here by doing a search for "pederast clowns."

I like to put up at least one journal entry a week, and I'm even more motivated now that I know how much they're getting read.  Despite which, it's been just over two weeks since the previous entry.  I've been spending all my art-and-writing time working on my new aikido website. No, it's not up yet.  More work to do still.  When it's done, it will replace the old Aikido Shusekai site that the "Aikido" link on this site's navigation bar currently points at.  I'll announce it in this journal when that happens.  The new site is the first manifestation of the next step in the development of my still-undefined life's work.  Aikido Shusekai is now going to be part of a broader venture called Aiki Arts, dedicated to teaching people to apply the principles of aikido to all aspects of life.  At first, of course, my humble Aikido Shusekai classes at the Y are all that Aiki Arts will consist of - but there's more to come in the future.

It's been an eventful two weeks.  A foundation-shaking, life-changing two weeks, in fact.  But to all appearances my life has been simple and quiet - even more so than usual.  The monumental life-changing events have been entirely mental ones.  I have strolled by Lake Merritt, ridden on BART, eaten Thai food, lain in bed reading, sat at my desk idly tinkering with Dreamweaver or gazing out the window at the distant northern terminus of the Golden Gate Bridge, and all the while a revolution has been quietly going on in my head.

Quietly as far as outside appearances go, I mean.  In fact, I probably come across as even more sedate than I did already, which is saying a lot.  But inside, it's been quite the production, what with the walls being dynamited and the lightning bolts and fireworks and dancing and singing in the streets. 

More about the revolution next time.  Soon.  Right now I want to eat.  But first I want to invite you to my birthday celebration.  July 3rd (a Thursday this year).  Dinner at Red Sea at 6:30; party at Stagewalker's pad at 9:00 (this will also be a Welcome Geminica party, since she gets into town that night).  I'm not about to repay Stagewalker's hospitality by publishing his address on a website frequented by qliphoth enthusiasts and pederast clowns - especially since Stagewalker's acting career is going well enough lately that I expect he'll start attracting stalkers any day now.  So if you don't know where Stagewalker's pad is, you'll have to write to me and ask.

I'll be 35.

"How am I supposed to hallucinate with all these swirling colors distracting me?"

- Lisa Simpson