The problem with blogs….
You see, I have several problems with weblogs (a term I actually like better than blogs). The main problem is wondering what this is supposed to be? Is this supposed to be a journal of my thoughts and feelings, that allow friends and strangers with similar interests to view, so they can better understand me? Should I be writing this for an audience, posting the humorous and interesting websites in an effort to gain a small audience? Or, should I simply show pictures of naked women?
These are the issues that trouble ones life.
The truth is to post something in the middle. Things that are personal, that dance around the truth of life, but that don’t crack the inner circle of who/what I am. Why post things that Gregg and Michael will find out by giving a shout by telephone, or they know already. (Sometimes my ‘revelations’ can be so obvious to everyone else, it’s really amusing).
Gregg is working on this other plane of blog existence. Blog-families, cross-postings, trackbacks, topic starters, polls, surveys. And its all done from an adult perspective. So, I’m not talking the polls for “Which O.C. character are you most like.” But its somewhat foreign to me. Don’t know how he got so ‘established’. Half of me is curious about it. And the other half is like, “You really don’t need more distractions in your life”.
I always find diary/journal writing to be unique. We have so many selves/faces/personas/voices inside all of us. There is the voice we put forward when first meeting people. The work voice. The family voice. The friends voice. The significant other voice (i.e., the bickering voice). And then there is the self voice. And even this voice is unique based on the medium we are using to communicate with ourselves.
At least that’s true for me. The voice I’m using right now is different from the voice I use while talking to myself in the car, or even the voice that is simply in my head.
Go ahead, make the psychotic/multiple personality jokes. Get it out of your system.
Okay. But it’s true. The voice on paper is supposed to make sense of things. Or rather organize thoughts as a sequence. Sure seques and stream of consciousness exist. But there is a concious effort to bring this into a ‘letter’ or ‘essay’ format. We’re familiar with these formats. And they make more sense when others read them, or even when we read them later on. (See Buroughs, William).
Maybe it’s not the voice that is different but the organization that is different. The storage. The inventory of thoughts.
Inventory is one of my favorite subjects from a historical, sociological, financial, and philosophical phenomenon.
I know, you’re thinking. “What are you some bloody accountant?”
Not at all. Inventory has only been useful in recent history as the idea of cheap disposable goods has become more prevalent. 100 years ago, when you bought something that was not food, it was yours. You didn’t just replace it, when it broke, you repaired it. The goods were too expensive to do otherwise. There was no inventory. Books, furniture, clothes, shoes, etc. I mean how many of us actually get our shoes repaired anymore? I have a good pair of driving shoes in the closet that I swore I would get fixed. They cost a lot of money, but I have never gotten them repaired. Because it’s too easy to go to some discount store and get new shoes.
So, now stores have inventory. And they must get rid of their inventory because new stuff is always coming in. It’s why you can buy hardback books at Barnes & Noble for $5.95 if you wait a year or more. It’s why you can get pre-viewed movies at Blockbuster for $8.00. It’s why you can get a year old, five star, video game for $20.00. Summer clothes in September. Dresses that were “last years colors”. (I’m sorry, I will not wear chiffon, it makes me chafe).
And then there’s your own personal inventory. The three main categories of, “Stuff that I want to keep”, “Stuff that I should get rid of.”, and “Stuff I don’t want and don’t use, but I can’t throw out.”
There are subcategories of course, but those are the three main ones. When I moved from my apartment to my house, it’s that third category that was so difficult to manage. I mean, here are these books. Maybe 50 of them. I like them. I enjoyed reading them. I have no real desire to re-read them again. But I don’t want to just simply throw them to the recycling bin. Used Bookstores are great, but kindof impersonal. Would love to bequeath them to someone else, and then talk to them once they’ve read them. But that’s the geeky reviewer in me.
See, I’ve gone off topic.
See, you can’t rewrite, ’cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and the rhythm, the tumbling out of the words, is a betrayal, and it’s a sin, Martin, it’s a sin.
Anyway, the one fault with the organization that comes with writing is the limitations of the page. Yes with electronic writing, there are no limits, there is no paper, no ink, so the content can keep running.
But the compartmentalization of thoughts that we are used to, make it so that we start losing interest in a topic.
Yes, brevity, the cornerstone of technical writing. And one of the things I don’t excel at. Brief, concise, and compact thoughts do not exist in this head.
I’m like that chick from Spanglish, who kept throwing words and thoughts and philosophies out there hoping that if you throw enough words out there they form something meaningful.
Awful movie by the way.
Anyway, that’s a post for today. I’m sure there was intent here beyond dipping my toe in the water.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005 – 9:49:53 AM