Momish asked me, "Why do you blog?"
I’ve been struggling with the answer.
A few years ago I went away for the weekend with my girlfriends from college.
My friend Ponygirl told the rest of us she was spending too much time reading blogs.
She got blank stares from the rest of us.
What’s a blog?
An online diary?
Who would want one of those?
Months later she sent me an e-mail with links to blogs she liked and I got the idea that it would be fun to have a blog where I could post idiotic things and make K laugh at work.
I posted a photo of me humping a pole followed by his revenge on the cuckolding pole.
I posted evidence of the the cataclysmic devastation caused by my MIGHTY WIND.
Unfortunately, K’s work put up a firewall that blocked Blogs so he couldn’t read it at the office anymore.
Mission (to crack up husband at work) Impossible.
By this time, my friends Ponygirl and Little Monkies knew about Oh, The Joys along with my mom, my granny and my aunt. Posts became a way to “talk” to them each day.
...and then came the freaky strangers!
I’ve mentioned before that Melanie in Orygun and Kevin Charnas were among the first to comment on my blog (and scare pee out of me), but Sayre Smiles has been here almost all along too.
One by one, I found other bloggers that made me laugh, cry, think, ache… and I became drawn in to this whole, weird... whatever it is... and I developed new relationships.
I first saw the video below about Web 2.0 on Not Fearing Change and it fascinated me.
I struggle to explain my fascination with blogging to K and routinely come up short.
I made him watch that video because I think it captures some of what I can't articulate well.
At the very end, the video suggests that the change happening on the internet will create the need for us to rethink copyright, authorship, identity, ethics, aesthetics, rhetoric, governance, privacy, commerce, love, family, and ourselves.
After he watched it, I was able to talk about my online relationships - those established, developing and on the horizon.
Online relationships make me feel like a pioneer in uncharted territory.
What does it mean to be so intimately exposed to others through their writing and the interactive commenting without ever having met them?
What does it mean to know the hardest things they have ever faced, the things they’re most afraid of, the experiences that have given them the most pain and the most joy and yet to never have stood before them, put your arms around them or wiped their tears away?
What does it mean that I sometimes fall asleep at night worrying about a particular blogger?
What does it mean that at any time any one of us can opt out, simply turn the computer off?
What does it mean to have a virtual relationship with someone?
What are the boundaries? What are the rules?
That there aren’t any, or that perhaps they are being developed as we go, is fascinating to me.
The only thing I can say for certain is that this way of relating feels new and different.
I'm curious about it.
I am curious to learn about people – the ways they are similar to me, the ways they are different.
I am curious to learn about all kinds of people and explore what binds me to them despite our differences.
I’m curious to know if and how the definition of human relationships will be adapted or re-defined.
I blog because I’m curious.
Which brings me to my final and most salient point.
I am most curious to know who is going to cough up a National Park Ranger Uniform so I can satisfy my Park Ranger fetish.
Surely if I keep this blogging thing going long enough, someone somewhere out there on teh internets is going to feel sorry for me and send me a National Park Ranger Uniform so I can dress K up in it and git busy.
[Bow chicka bow bow!]
Until then, I blog.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Momish asked me, "Why do you blog?"