|feelings might be facts
||[Aug. 7th, 2010|12:08 am]
In the increasingly less wild frontier of the internet, I am amused and generally not in agreement with the idea of stylish venue for content trumping content. Look at my website and you'll know this is a belief I hold. I respect that people don't want to blog in the style of this place as it was when it was abuzz in, say 2005. That is cool. I know that I appreciate the opportunities afforded by having several digital proxies (this is my other blog), exclusivity of format is unnecessary. I certainly understand people who are tired of updating digitally all together. I also am familiar with the creeping exhaustion current trends in the web afford - I lasted like a week on Twitter, and il face book wears me down a little more every year. |
I know that this format has done nothing wrong to me in six years.
I am also a man who still has no idea (nor interest, I think) in finding out what an RSS feed is and likes my internet decentralized and needing to be manually rechecked. I love information that needs to be animated by you, as opposed to the domain of animated information. So here I am, writing this, for myself to enjoy as well as any one reading. To you: please read on.
This crotchetiness is totally uncalled for and achieves nothing. I suppose my desire is to say that in fact little has changed and I find the illusion that anything has changed mildly pernicious. I go to check the thoughts of the ten or so blogs I follow every other day or so and am bummed when another one drifts away after six months of productive time (I recognize the probable positive development in one's life when one is too busy to blog), and I feel that as a loss in this digital world of staying close while staying away... another person you haven't really been that close to gets farther. So I'm just trying to stay floating around an unspecified periphery just often enough that I stay in view.
With partial cogency,