Words of Redemption

Here I am again.
Starting another empty volume.
Sitting, drinking coffee.
Wondering what will become of my life.
- July 19, 2003

This post is part 2 in a series entitled Symbols of Redemption. For part 1, click here. For part 2, click here.
On July 19, 2003, I began my eleventh journal with the words above.
“Here I am again.”
They were [...]

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This post is part 2 in a series entitled Symbols of Redemption. For part 1, click here.
Last week, in part one of this series, I talked about my many incomplete journals. I admitted that I’m pretty good about coming up with new ideas and starting new things, but that I often have trouble carrying those [...]

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I have journals. Lots of them. Mostly in a pile on top of the bookcase in my office.
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About two years ago, I stumbled across Zimbio, a wikizine site, in my web wanderings, created an account and some content, then promptly forgot the site existed when another shiny new Web 2.0 bauble came along for me to chase down the street1.
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One of the nice things about having twelve years worth of journals lying around is that I have a near-limitless reserve of material to post and make fun of when I have nothing better to blog.
Today, I have nothing better to blog.
Last night, I found myself once again thumbing through my first journal. I tend [...]

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In January of 1996, I walked into a grocery store in Shrewsbury, MA with my father and my sister. I was seventeen . I don’t recall where exactly the store was, why we where there, or what we bought while there, save one item. The first journal I ever owned.
I remember walking down the aisle [...]

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My Name is Brandon Satrom, and I have wanted to be a writer since I was seven. I’ll admit that seven is a pretty early age to want to do anything other than yell “Go Joe!” at plastic figurines, pull pigtails and torment ants, but I remember being fascinated with creating stories which others would [...]

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