Queer Diaries

Hello, World! Call me Hal. Is that my real name? Of course it isn't. But, what's in a name anyway? So, why Hal? A long. long time ago, in a galaxy not so far away someone tried to teach me computer programming. And the book started with writing "Hello World!" on the screen. Which was quite about everything I learned about programming. And the most notorious computer known to me is Hal the Murderer from "Space Odyssey 2001".  Didn't like the movie. Can't like something that you watch for three times trying to figure out what the hell is it all about, and still have no clue whatsoever. So, let it be Hal. For the time being.

I'm Caucasian, male. I'm pretty sure that my ancestors swept the Romans out of their Empire some 1.600 years ago. I'm not as old as I intend to become but am much older than I feel and should be. :) I'm brown, I'm cut, I'm gay and I am not very fond of blogging. Feels like wanking in public, to be honest. And wanking in public is almost always and everywhere prohibited. Which is why so many people enjoy doing it, I presume.

So, why do I blog, after all? For several reasons. To practice my English (yeah, not my native language). To record thoughts and memories in a vain (yet so human) attempt to create something that may outlive me. To share memories with friends to whom I do not write as often as I should. To claim that I write, therefore I think. :) To force myself to dedicate a small portion of my daytime to sit back and contemplate a bit about the day gone by and events and thoughts worth remembering. To expose myself publicly, yap, and probably (hopefully) after some time stop feeling so embarrassed about it. To jump out of the closet and say something about the difference that may be not so different as many would think.

And who the hell is Cioran? A Romanian philosopher. His "Extimate Diaries" (where "extimate" serves as the very opposite of "intimate") were the very first blog in history. Even before the Internet era and the rise of blogging.