blogging

The closest thing I’ve come to blogging is my facebook and myspace accounts, which up until a couple of months ago, I was ashamed to even have.
Let me explain: I had this boyfriend and he and I had this thing for being Amish. We didn’t like wonderbread or T.V. We road bikes to bars and at those bars we only consumed beer that was around when our grandparents were young (knocking out all experimental and fun drinking nights we could have had). We smoked cigarettes but only when we were listening to Hank Williams. We wore flannel, but before it became it became an Urban Outfitters thing (or at least we liked to pretend we did), because we were Midwest. In Andrew Krucoff’s words, we were pretty ‘retarded’.
And then, he found out I had a myspace and faceboook profile and he reacted as if he found out I had some kind of S.T.D.
Because we was just too cool for that.
But here is the thing- I got both of those because everyone else had one. I followed. But I followed because I wanted to know what was going on that weekend- what party was going on- where everyone was at. Now I’m realizing, these networks are important in the same way gaining network/connections in college is important ( I mean isn’t that the reason why we go to school?)
I get something out of my myspace and facebook accounts by just existing on them- I don’t have to do much other then occasionally update my mood.
And this is exactly why I haven’t blogged. When a blog works, it takes a lot of time. It’s more then posting a bulletin about whatever party/bar you’re going to be at that night. It’s in it’s own world of writing. I think that’s why a lot of people feel blogged out.
If I ever get somewhere in my writing career I know a blog will be important. I defently think they’ll be here forever or they’ll be an important tool. But for better or worse, that’s a bandwagon I haven’t jumped on yet.