Blogging is like livejournal but for people who replaced personal life details and angst with their opinions on culture, art, politics, seltzer, or whatever else. But that doesn’t make it better, just maybe a bit more sophisticated.
I’m not saying blogging is a bad thing. Hey, look at me, I’m writing in one right now! But there is something embarrassingly self- indulgent about writing in a blog. I can’t speak for everyone–aspiring journalists, artists, pundits, and critics can use blogs to build a portfolio and get their foot (or pinky toe?) in the door of their chosen career. But what about me? I’m in school for social work and write on the side just for fun. This isn’t a united blog in any way, it boats no mission. It is entirely self-indulgent. (Allthough I’m happy to say I know other indulge in it too. Thanks, readers, for making me feel cool!)
As I sat down to write in this tonight it occurred to me just how silly I might be for doing this. Maybe I should just write in a journal or start psychoanalysis. Hm.
As much as I doubt my participation in the huge tangled web of the blogosphere, I still want to keep up with it. The most attractive thing about blogging for me is the obligation I feel to write in it. Though I doubt a single person checks constantly for updates, there is some kind of code that if I’m going to write than I have to be consistent. There is so much stimulus out in the world and I like processing it in a way that commands some special attention and integrity.
Blogs can be stupid (anyone remember my seltzer post?) but they don’t have to be. There is some great stuff out there–the book cover design blog is a personal favorite and you should also check out Phil’s music blog, you’ll learn a lot. At the end of the day, and this entry, I’m going to keep going. So keep reading, okay?
i love your blog. let’s keep blogging.