I’ve been thinking about what my “blog” should entail. I should let everyone reading this (I know there are at least two people who do! Yay!) know that I shudder to every time I use the word “blog”… I don’t know why, it’s simply the name of it, but it seems so internetspeak, I want to resist it. The same way I am resisting ever texting. Or Tweeting. I have to draw the line of self-indulgent self-obsession somewhere. I’ll use the word blog, but I will not enjoy it. Let’s just get that straight between us.
I am not a big blog reader, I admit. I have a lot of things that take up my free time (lol, “free” time! Yea, right!) that are priorities above reading some random person’s blog, even if I have, say, read a book they wrote or am a fan of some political statement they made. So I have no idea what usually goes into a blog. I notice some of them, a lot of them, are based around one subject, like literature, cooking, sports, etc etc. I don’t want this to be just a free form journal, I get on my own nerves w/my whining and high horse moral platitudes eventually. My sharing of much too personal information becomes out of hand. On the other hand, I think I’d get so bored if I tried to contain my blog to just one topic, even something I love like writing or cooking or cat or dogs, I may just give up on it entirely. I’d love to have a project w/some meaning, something I can attach to this blog in my own mind. I have a thing about starting projects and never finishing them if they lose their meaning and excitement. I have a few things in mind, but again, how not to be bored to tears is the quandary.
More later. I have so much on my mind lately, and so little to say about it, it’s fairly astounding to me. I’m usually such a loudmouth, at least on the internet.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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