I took Poliphilo from a book I was reading at the time. His name means lover of all things. The book is called Hypnerotomachia Poliphili. which I roughly translate as Poliphilo's Eroticdreambattle. It's an Italian Book- late 15th century. Poliphilo is journeying in search of his truelove, through a landscape full of impossible buildings and Botticelli maidens. it's weird. It could well be the weirdest book ever written.
The author was probably a man called Francesco Colonna- who was a monk. The Hypnerotomachia isn't a monkish book, but then a lot of monks weren't monkish either.
I forget why I chose Livejournal as my blogging venue. I don't believe it was recommended to me. I think I just happened on it- either by chance or by asking Google to find me a free blogging site. After a while- after I realized I was serious about blogging- I put down the money for a permanent account.
My first posts were exercises in creative writing. Nobody read them.
Ten years ago Livejournal was at the frontier of something. Then the frontier moved, as it always does. ,The cattle barons with their rolls of barbed wire will always win- if you can call it winning.
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
But I've hung around. A lot of people went elsewhere. To Twitter and Facebook. Or to other blogging sites. But I was hardly even tempted. Livejournal suits me. I like how it's both a social networking site and a place where serious blogging happens.
Ten years. That's almost a sixth of my life.