It seems that if you write a blog, you are more apt for something terrible to happen to you. Or at least report it to strangers. Whenever I turn on the blog, somebody is closing down shop because of something they said that hurt somebody’s feelings, something “happened” in their personal life, or because they are just plain exhausted from writing. Even I, Funtime Ben, have had a previous life on a previous blog that I chose to leave because of a past relationship. It seems that this blog idea is a double-edged sword. With your ability to affect people, you are also responsible for affecting them and yourself.
As I travel around the blog universe each morning, I follow links, and once every so often, a writer has gone missing. Their blog is the shell of what it once was. What happened? I wish there were a way to take a blog to a forensic laboratory to explain to us blog causes of death. “Oops, she talked about her husband’s skid marks. He couldn’t handle it, and she had to put the blog down.”
Where is the weblog graveyard?
I remember reading letters from people in the olden days and remembering lines months after. Reading letters was a far more powerful medium than spoken language. With the advent of e-mail, letters disappeared, and “snail mail” became a novelty reserved for birthday cards and bills. “Snail Mail” was permanent. You had the letter. Blogs feel like they will be there forever, and then (poof!) they’re gone.
Is it any wonder why the book is always better than the movie?
In blog land, Dooce lost her job and recently got stuck with a $1,926.10 bill for her 25GB throughput if that wasn’t enough. I can’t really comprehend how she could have used 25GB, but I don’t doubt that she did. Yet she hasn’t stopped. She continues to write and provide people with her writing. She has succeeded as a blog author. When she gets herself into a jam, her readers help her out. Now that is a community if I’ve ever heard of one.
As I continue to read Rebecca Blood’s book The Weblog Handbook, I am struck by the power these weblogs have. With seemingly minimal effort, you can publish your thoughts, feelings, rants, diary entries, questions, ideas, political views, findings, and history all with the press of a button. It is the most potent medium when considering the cost-to-influence ratio.
So, I would like to take this time to say that this website is an expression. It is a place where I can voice my ideas, concerns, opinions, fears, poems, photographs, essays, ramblings, political views, humor, stupidity, questions, love letters, grocery lists, and fortune cookie messages. I don’t mean to offend you, and if I do, I apologize, but I will continue to write this blog because I want to. I urge you to talk through my comment box and e-mail address. Disagree with me, tell me I’m wrong, and show me the light, but by all means, don’t read me and get upset without telling me publicly or privately that I offended you. I am a crass bastard who often bumbles over the line of decency… Please pardon my behavior.