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Election night
November 6, 2008
Two nights ago, as I sat in my new bedroom with Bello, I was thinking back to when I first started keeping a website. I thought about the people online I grew up with, one of whom is now pregnant, PREGNANT, and how back then, they didn’t have the name blogger. Instead, they were called Emma. And Rachel. And Leah.
I love that blogging has become mainstream, although I’m sometimes annoyed that there are those who try to regulate it. When I come across anything regarding the rules of blogging, as opposed to technique or technical aspects, I want to thrust my fist into the monitor, grasp for the webmaster’s neck, and gently inquire as to whether or not he KNOWS WHAT A BLOG IS.
So I tried to define my reasons for blogging, which was about as successful as trying to explain my website’s angle, the answer to which I stuttered through several times at PodCamp. Well, I’m a girl. Living, I guess? I mean, I know I’m living. But, I guess…Pittsburgh?
What was your question?
But yet I continue to think about it and make myself crazy. Because like most aspiring writers, I hate myself.
So I was watching the MSNBC website’s live stream on my TV, which was being received through my computer, because I don’t have, or plan on getting, cable. And I just wanted to mention that because I hooked it up all by myself.
Derrick was passed out after installing my curtains. (I should also mention that he had worked all day. My boyfriend was not brought down by curtains.) They fit my room perfectly, and for a few minutes, I was transfixed by them, and the city skyline I could see beyond them. And Bello was watching me closely, momentarily ignoring his lack of a proper food dish, just in case I brought out that power drill again and set his world aflame.
Just then I heard a few shouts from outside, and turned to my TV to see Obama approaching a podium, nodding somberly in his victory while acknowleding his undertaking, and as I looked around my room and out into Pittsburgh, I thought that if I could take all of these little moments and collectively define them, I could adequately and confidently tell people who are just beginning to brave Wordpress.com what it is, exactly, that I’m doing.
Categories: Bello, Daily, Derrick
November 6th, 2008 at 4:55 pm
That’s a lovely story! And I totally agree on the rules of blogging thing…it’s really annoying. I read an article on Wired.com (which I’d link to if I didn’t dislike it so much) that said blogging is dead because no one can be an instant national star anymore…all I could think was, “So what?”
November 6th, 2008 at 5:05 pm
If blogtopia was holding elections I would nominate you as queen.
I was going to say president, but I figured if you were in charge of a fantasy world, you’d prefer a monarchy.
I think a lot of these big corporations forget that people were blogging before they hired their nephews to build them a website. Even though their nephews ended up sucking and so they turned to professionals.
Anyway, I think you would offer the best, most logical voice on the origins of grassroots blogging, not only because you’re good at it, but because you were there from the beginning.
November 6th, 2008 at 8:58 pm
Yeah, I don’t really have a blog angle. Except you can always count on my freaking out with joyful glee every year around Christmas.
November 6th, 2008 at 9:37 pm
sigh, i miss the days when blogs were just people’s journals, online. most of my friends think all blogs are either gossip blogs or political blogs.
represent!
November 6th, 2008 at 11:23 pm
My boyfriend was not brought down by curtains.
lol, I find this really, really funny for some reason.
I remember when blogs were just online journals… those were the days.
November 7th, 2008 at 9:22 am
rules, scmooles.
November 7th, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Brett - I saw that same article and quickly disregarded it because not only did I not get what they were trying to say, but I couldn’t figure out what tone they were going for.
Emma - Those are the months I take a break from cloudyday.org.
Rachel. Ditto. Or tech blogs. OR. They’re starting to get their own blogs, and still don’t understand the point of mine.
Amy - Oh yes, they were.
November 8th, 2008 at 12:41 am
Since when does a blog need rules or structure? Those people are dumb. DUMB.
You should google where the mystery flavor in dums dums lollipops come from, by the way. Pretty interesting.
November 8th, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Ouch, man!
November 11th, 2008 at 4:11 pm
I feel really old because I remember when blogger.com first opened. I tried it and didn’t really like it. Actually, I’m old because I remember when we used to hand code “journals” before blogging was coined a term.
Dude… it’s been foreva. I totally laugh these days at those “how to blog” sites.. it’s like dude, just write!
November 12th, 2008 at 11:17 pm
Awesome post, dude. It’s weird how some people just don’t get it.
November 13th, 2008 at 9:46 am
Beautiful post.
It’s hard to describe why we blog when *we* don’t really know why we blog. We just… do. Very Zen.
November 19th, 2008 at 11:44 am
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