The Last Try
This may well be the last time I post a public entry here. I began my LiveJournal in June of 2001. In the past ten years, some of the most amazing people added me because they liked something they had read in my journal. It could only happen because whatever interested them enough to make them want to read it in the first place was a public entry. Thanks to a certain number of public entries I was blessed with the acquaintance of people who have since become more important to me than quite a few people I meet personally all the time. I understand some journals are friends only from the start. I respect that. But I never wanted mine to be that way. All these years later I'm glad I've posted a great number of public entries. They worked like introduction letters to some of the most awesome people I have communicated with in my entire life.
This, however, may be about to change, for I suspect it has become impossible, if not dangerous, to post public entries. Most of my public entries are being plagued with spam. All sorts of things are being offered to me, from traveling bargains to the delights of Russian pornographic sites, from gambling through some goddamn site called "Casino on Line", to a program to improve the health of my vagina. I am prepared to swear on the Bible that the latter is not a joke (I like to think my sense of humor hasn't gone so alarmingly awry).
In spite of being up to my ears with more work than I could ever imagine I would be handling in one go, which makes me wish a day could be at least 36 hours long, I will have to take time off it to go back to the beginning of my journal and edit all the public entries into friends only. And then, watch! I have already been added by two new users who turned out to be obviously fake. No Baker Street wisdom was called for to find out they were outlets for spam messages to be planted as baits in the hope that people would add them back. I could be angered by such a disgusting turn of events. But somehow I'm not. I'm just sad, immensely so, with the recurrent pattern of some of the most wonderful things that have been created by the human mind, such as the possibility of bringing together people who have everything to do with one another, but would otherwise go through life ignoring one another's existence, being used for purposes that end up making them look like a threat.
As it happens, under the double strain of spam making public entries impossible and some of the people who used to write the most wonderful things apparently failing to see that, whatever qualities it may have, Facebook is no replacement for the magic, the enchantment, and the irresistible charm of an online "book of days," LiveJournal seems to be going through a really bad crisis.