Ok, this blogging thing is a bit tougher than I expected. After all, it's one thing to blast an email out to your buddies full of blurbs about your daily trials and triumphs. Your friends care, or at least pretend to, and even a brief you go girl reply completes a comforting circuit of validation.
But it's quite another thing to lay your words out there for any passer by to see. In fact, it's kind of creepy to think of unknown, lurking eyes with nary an LOL to tip you off to their presence. Blogging, it turns out, amounts to a kind of self-imposed stalking.
Also, what seemed before to be fleeting, now takes on a perverse permanence. Your posts become fixed in some mysterious binary-pixelated continuum, perhaps to be electronically excavated and puzzled over years from now.
Thus, I proceed with apprehension, wondering if those lurking eyes are rolling skyward.
Hello dear,
ReplyDeleteYes, blogging is fun but strange... My sister is Sadge at Firesign Farm, and she's hooked up with a group of "green" folks whose blogs I find very interesting. She and I were laughing that *now*, whenever we're doing something interesting or unusual or whatever, that we're taking photos and/or thinking: This would make a good blog... lol. Modern livin'
I'm mainly on here just a little. Sharing whatever. A nice place for my Mom to come visit as we've just gotten her a laptop and she's new to the whole computing scene.
Looking forward to following your new blog :-)