this blog
I began this blog in, I believe, 2004. It was in another form on another website and I'm fairly certain that those writings are archived... somewhere.
I can probably count on one hand the number of people who have read this blog, and they correspond roughly (though not nearly exactly) to those precious few I've allowed to enter my life in other intimate ways.
That's patently silly. Yes, everyone blogs; no, blogs are old news, everyone tweets; no, that's old news, too. What's the new news, then? Ask a fourteen-year-old. I can't keep up. But five years of secret blogging is rather silly for a person who decided at age 12 that she was going to be an artist (yes, that ought to be here too) and a writer, and not a musician (we can all see how that turned out).
So now here we are. The noughts, or aughts (http://www.slate.com/id/2239014/ - not any kind of endorsement of that particular news source) have come and very nearly gone. My friends and I have entered our thirties, for the most part; we've entered the next phase of life, mostly partnered and n0w with cute babies starting to make regular appearances (and the most important reason to use social networking sites).
And here I am, and you can read this blog but it probably won't tell you much about the mundane or the crucial details of my daily life. Instead it will tell you about the mythology of everyday life, as promised (that twelve-year-old decided at ten to become a philosopher, though a budding mystic is probably more accurate).
Since I'm not great at keeping up with old friends, it might be a good idea for me to include actual updates here. But since I have no children about whom to blog, I'll stick to the mythology, with a healthy dose of political commentary that seems to keep creeping up but probably isn't as interesting to read.
I can probably count on one hand the number of people who have read this blog, and they correspond roughly (though not nearly exactly) to those precious few I've allowed to enter my life in other intimate ways.
That's patently silly. Yes, everyone blogs; no, blogs are old news, everyone tweets; no, that's old news, too. What's the new news, then? Ask a fourteen-year-old. I can't keep up. But five years of secret blogging is rather silly for a person who decided at age 12 that she was going to be an artist (yes, that ought to be here too) and a writer, and not a musician (we can all see how that turned out).
So now here we are. The noughts, or aughts (http://www.slate.com/id/2239014/ - not any kind of endorsement of that particular news source) have come and very nearly gone. My friends and I have entered our thirties, for the most part; we've entered the next phase of life, mostly partnered and n0w with cute babies starting to make regular appearances (and the most important reason to use social networking sites).
And here I am, and you can read this blog but it probably won't tell you much about the mundane or the crucial details of my daily life. Instead it will tell you about the mythology of everyday life, as promised (that twelve-year-old decided at ten to become a philosopher, though a budding mystic is probably more accurate).
Since I'm not great at keeping up with old friends, it might be a good idea for me to include actual updates here. But since I have no children about whom to blog, I'll stick to the mythology, with a healthy dose of political commentary that seems to keep creeping up but probably isn't as interesting to read.
posted by Professor Purple at 8:59 PM
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