We Live in Public Loudly

After spending Saturday at the Cabbagetown Festival representing, I curled up on the couch with Jay to watch We Live in Public. Afterwards, I felt so unsettled that I couldn't even make my habitual nighttime Facebook check. The residue of the documentary lasted well into Sunday afternoon.

And while I don't think that Josh Harris' experiments represent the general populace (I mean, c'mon--what do you think will happen when you give guns to the same type of people who have volunteered to live in a bunker and shit in public for a month?) under the same circumstances, I've felt a little reticent about blogging every since. I'm sure it will pass. After all, I've been living in public loudly on and off for over 10 years now.

I do think Josh Harris got more than one thing right though; people really do want 15 minutes of fame every day. (Next up on my reading list: Hal Niedzviecki's The Peep Diaries.)

On a positive note about living in public, my blog post about Miss Universe got a mention on Five Star Fridays. Even if I don't get further along in the pageant process, at least someone thought my writing was worthy of five stars.