“Do you ever self-edit?” was the question. And my response is, so far no, but sometimes I have to fight the impulse. Sometimes I wish I had never been so egotistical to even mention that I kept a blog to anyone, and consider starting another, covert one. But I don’t fancy the double life. The main thing that keeps me honest is my eclectic group of friends. That is, they seem to have such divergent views that whatever I write I can generally think of least one person who would be rolling their eyes and/or potentially offended. I guess the exception is my innocent attempts at vegetable gardening. Those posts are fairly inoffensive, and like I told someone the other day, seemingly the most boring thing I write about – as hardly anyone bothers to read them!
Archive for blogging
On Blogging 4
We’ve just recovered from a technological meltdown, which has necessitated the purchase of a new computer, and probably triggered the divorce of P’s friend, who stayed here late last night helping us to set it up.
The lack of a computer meant that I had to duck down to the local internet cafe twice to feed my need to keep up to date with my emails (mainly spam). I would have added to my sad life by trying to “blog” there as well, but I ran out of time.
I had a problem with my blog, such that I went into the back rooms of WordPress looking for an answer. I found an answer in a forum, but couldn’t understand the answer. I thought I would make contact with the person who had had the same problem as me and fixed it, so I went to his blog. He turned out to be this music-loving vegan, bemoaning the lack of good rock riffs from the current generation of musicians, and the upcoming holiday season, which would see him conducting his annual explanation of his food choices to his extended family. Ha! I could have wasted a lot of time in his archives. It made me realise that the blogosphere is like a room of mirrors. You could spend a lot of time delightedly reading the thoughts of people who agree with you on stuff. Very affirming, but a skewed view of what the world is like.
I am saved from this fate as the only decent newspaper in Western Australia is a right wing broadsheet. I am often spluttering over my breakfast as I am confronted with smug conservative opinion pieces and hot under the collar climate change deniers masquerading as sensible economic editors.
I hereby encourage any lefty organic-type readers out there to stop reading this blog and start working on the revolution. Let me know if I can help.
On Blogging 3
P has critiqued my blog as “too Enid Blyton”. I’m not sure whether to apologise for having a pretty nice life, start to whinge about stuff, or develop a here-to-fore undisclosed, gritty dark side.
On Blogging 2
“I’m curious. What is the purpose of your blog?” A pertinent question I struggled to answer. “I like writing” seems insufficient. It’s not private, so it’s not as therapeutic as a journal. On further reflection I have come to two additional, somewhat sad, reasons. Firstly, there must be a level of vanity, that I have something worthwhile to say. Secondly, I think it’s perhaps a reflection of loneliness – in that I don’t have as many opportunities for the types of conversation that I would like to have. Perils of being a freak.
It’s like a conversation with myself, or a conversation starter with a potential reader.
On blogging
P is baffled by my blog. This is not an activity that he can understand any time being spent on. In a recent conversation P commented that he often thinks we don’t have much in common, but then gets out into the world and talking to other women thinks: “thank god for that nutcase at home!” Funny how we don’t have anything in common, but can agree that everyone else is a weirdo!! We’ve created our own cult of two! (but we’re breeding more members…..)
