Do you complete your journal entry 'on-site' or do you continue working on it when you get home?
I tend to define my journal as one moment in time, capturing thoughts, plans, and important information for a journey from the late planning stages to the return home.  On some trips, I can't find time to write during the day, so I'll spend an hour or so in the evening, preferably at a cafe, furiously writing down everything I can recall that happened since the last time I wrote.  When I'm home, the journal becomes a time capsule, its contents "sealed". Nothing will be added or taken away from it.

Once the preserve of whacked-out teens and college slackers, this testosterone-filled landscape is the new normal for American males until what used to be considered creeping middle age, according to the sociologist Michael Kimmel. In his new book, "Guyland," the State University of New York at Stony Brook professor notes that the traditional markers of manhood—leaving home, getting an education, finding a partner, starting work and becoming a father—have moved downfield as the passage from adolescence to adulthood has evolved from "a transitional moment to a whole new stage of life." In 1960, almost 70 percent of men had reached these milestones by the age of 30. Today, less than a third of males that age can say the same.

...the question reminds of a classic line from Blackadder.... George: Oh, sir, if we should happen to tread on a mine, what do we do? Blackadder: Well, normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump up 250 feet into the air and scatter yourself over a wide area.

"Biography---it is so trivial. The larger world is trivial beyond belief. So let us be less trivial than that larger world."

TONES: From 10 to 12 tops and bottoms of 12-gallon Pyrex carboys (the bottoms are inverted). At the University of California Radiation Laboratory, at one time, centers were cut from such carboys for use in "cloud-chamber" experiments. Played on the edges with small soft mallets, also on the flat tops. The bowls give a bell-like tone, and each has at least one inharmonic overtone. When one of them breaks it is virtually impossible to find an exact duplicate.

"Termite art," on the other hand, has "no ambitions towards gilt culture" and "goes always forward eating its own boundaries." The aim of termite art is "buglike immersion in a small area without point or aim, and, over all, concentration on nailing down one moment without glamorizing it. But forgetting this accomplishment as soon as it has been passed; the feeling that all is expendable, that it can be chopped up and flung down in a different arrangement without ruin."