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last night I was writing a thoughtful update about blogging, my history with it, my current status, and the future.
my computer shut off while i was halfway through.
I was talking about how, for me, in the beginning, diaryland was contextless, ahistorical, a glowing beacon in the middle of nothing. It was just there, totally sincere in its desire for me to be sincerely insincere. And I took it seriously. It took up a good portion of my 16-18 year old life.
Slowly, thinking constantly about it, it became contextualized through events that took place far away from computers; the way I interactedwith people, the way people talked about the internet, politics.
It's funny how something that (looking back) was so obviously the start of this awesome (right? it is awesome, isn't it?) blogging craze, for me, began as something exclusive, confined to only a small part of the world. People thought it was stupid and silly and pedestrian; you didn't talk about diaryland at school.
You can look back and either call yourself silly or stupid for not seeing what was blossoming. If you call yourself stupid, then something is wrong. If you call yourself silly, then you look for the way you developed, why you developed, how you developed in this blog web, and you adapt knowing, now, that blogging is not the kind of special you originally saw it as; instead it is the kind of special that, in making you smaller-one of the million bloggers-it forces you into a disciplne. A discipline of equality; you update for a concept it seems.
People read your blog because your blog is...honest...cranky...apolitical...silly...picturesque...you are what your blog can be described as. It is not diaryland where I thought that I was translating my soul onto a pedestal.
my computer shut off while i was halfway through.
I was talking about how, for me, in the beginning, diaryland was contextless, ahistorical, a glowing beacon in the middle of nothing. It was just there, totally sincere in its desire for me to be sincerely insincere. And I took it seriously. It took up a good portion of my 16-18 year old life.
Slowly, thinking constantly about it, it became contextualized through events that took place far away from computers; the way I interactedwith people, the way people talked about the internet, politics.
It's funny how something that (looking back) was so obviously the start of this awesome (right? it is awesome, isn't it?) blogging craze, for me, began as something exclusive, confined to only a small part of the world. People thought it was stupid and silly and pedestrian; you didn't talk about diaryland at school.
You can look back and either call yourself silly or stupid for not seeing what was blossoming. If you call yourself stupid, then something is wrong. If you call yourself silly, then you look for the way you developed, why you developed, how you developed in this blog web, and you adapt knowing, now, that blogging is not the kind of special you originally saw it as; instead it is the kind of special that, in making you smaller-one of the million bloggers-it forces you into a disciplne. A discipline of equality; you update for a concept it seems.
People read your blog because your blog is...honest...cranky...apolitical...silly...picturesque...you are what your blog can be described as. It is not diaryland where I thought that I was translating my soul onto a pedestal.