i was about to write about my strange recent experience with blogging — experience in that i *haven’t* for a while. i still am writing about that, actually
i’ve been spending a lot of time on Twitter now. i added a regex filter to TwitterSync and suddenly i wasn’t just setting my FB status. a whole new glowing beautiful world of potential senselessness opened up before me. summarizing a feeling / moment / thing into 140chr is much more immediate and compelling to me than actually doing the login-and-compose-full-sentences thing
i started my blog and txt feed because i wanted them for diary purposes. (actually, my mind wanted to phrase that as “diarreal purposes” but then i sounded that out in my head and chose otherwise.) my app stack at home is consolidating my feed entries and saving them off locally. and it turns out that this whole login & Write & Post thing … it’s cumbersome
but i did. and i got my first experience with WordPress 2.0. nice, clean. the UI is still simple & white, like a document-based application should be. and then i see my new-and-improved blog dashboard which informs me that i HAVE NO WIDGETS. and a stats graph (w/ low counts) and a ‘whats hot’ section rich with the works of others
now — this is all about validation, right? the tooling. it’s about knowing where you stand in the pecking order. all those metrics. and to a great degree that seems part of the blogging psychology, or at least for the loud minority it is. struggling to consolidate and own their identity on the web. measuring their comparative their success. at blogging. at getting and maintaining an audience. being regularly Diggd. breaking the latest news or maximizing their niche. it’s such a passion
and it’s weird. some of us in this world aren’t so good at selling ourselves, myself being one of them. for me, it’s probably tied up into what Vajra called my ‘Dan the wounded’ personality — a long story, which would involve even more excessive use of the word “i”. yet still, something inside of me feels driven away from the competetive nature of the blogging game. i thought it was curious that i found myself taking the short’n’sweet route with my life transcription — and loving it. then choosing to actually *write* about it has revealed holographic imagery in its interference patterns
rambling as i do when i have a chance to write multiple paragraphs, i’m definitely going to choose to summarize my states in life in smaller segments. the metrics, the charts, they just make me feel weird and rumbly inside. this bad boy will still be here for when i solve something technical, or when something long and languishing happens to me that can’t be compressed. but for the most part, my life will be transcribed in bursts
peace, readers. and peace to myself, when i read this again in 30 years
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