Monday, May 09, 2005
Breathing.
Yes, I am here.
If you can look at my blog, and the dates between my entries, you can extrapolate one of several things:
I have not written as I've been writing feverishly for class.
I have not written as I've been playing video games to decompress from all my feverish writing for class.
What is perhaps more interesting is that I feel the need to excuse myself to you for not writing. Perhaps I've been worried you'll stop checking my blog. This confession itself betrays the fact that I perceive myself to have a readership (and this is a corpus irrespective of number).
It makes me wonder. Blogging is so utterly personal, but to what extent do we write for our readers on our blogs? Would you call your blog a journal? They hardly seem the same, and that's not just because the blog is an online format.
Even so. Soon I will upload a picture of this semester's stack of books. It's much larger than last semester's.
Fewer readers, more pages. Maybe I'll post my paper titles so you can see what it was I've been working on. I'd post them right now, but frankly I don't remember and can only vaguely recall what I have written about. These papers were written in an oubliette. Now, outside, I can hardly remember what it felt like in there, only that it was dark and narrow with little room for the elbows.
If you can look at my blog, and the dates between my entries, you can extrapolate one of several things:
I have not written as I've been writing feverishly for class.
I have not written as I've been playing video games to decompress from all my feverish writing for class.
What is perhaps more interesting is that I feel the need to excuse myself to you for not writing. Perhaps I've been worried you'll stop checking my blog. This confession itself betrays the fact that I perceive myself to have a readership (and this is a corpus irrespective of number).
It makes me wonder. Blogging is so utterly personal, but to what extent do we write for our readers on our blogs? Would you call your blog a journal? They hardly seem the same, and that's not just because the blog is an online format.
Even so. Soon I will upload a picture of this semester's stack of books. It's much larger than last semester's.
Fewer readers, more pages. Maybe I'll post my paper titles so you can see what it was I've been working on. I'd post them right now, but frankly I don't remember and can only vaguely recall what I have written about. These papers were written in an oubliette. Now, outside, I can hardly remember what it felt like in there, only that it was dark and narrow with little room for the elbows.
