conversation started by thinking about 'why blog?'; it turns out for quite varied reasons.
- some as a postcard to home,
- others don't blog so much as comment,
- some i know use their blog as a prayer letter,
- others are using each post as a chapter for a book or a hoped-for book,
- some want to challenge world-views by being provocative and testing how far they can push the boundaries,
- there are blogs that are a window into a soul - or a magnifying glass, bringing you closer than you ever could be meeting them in person,
- there are comedians,
- agony aunts,
- artists,
- film/art/music critics,
in this 259th post, i wonder why i blog, and i think it's the same as when i began:
writing something down in public place (on a wall, on the internet) is both cathartic and stimulating. as opposed to writing an invariably unpublished letter to a newspaper, or a song that is never sung to anyone, or a play that is never performed (all of which i've done), even if noone ever says anything (comments, scibbles it out, yells at you, doesn't speak to you), at least it's out there. you've said 'this is what i'm thinking about this at this stage of my thought life. i think this is a fair presentation of it. if you want to say anything, please do, but you don't have to.'
i think that's it. but enough about me, why do you think i blog?
1 comment:
For the fame, for the money, and for the chicks.
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