even though i rarely use them, i really really miss them. where are you keys? where oh where oh where my little tingling jingling security nuggets?
I'm so blogged out. Like WHY does everyone have to have a blog? Why
is a blog the new resume? Why does everyone feel the need to share
their genius? Don't get me wrong, some people I thank, I bow down to,
I am in on constant refresh for their secrets, their thoughts, their
recommendations (product!) etc. But those people are very few. Why
do I have this blog you may be thinking? As an experiment and really
as a database of cool shit I find on the internet and want to
remember. But I wish it wasn't called a blog. I wish it was called
a virtual mental file or something. And goddamnit I wish I could make
some of it private, some of it public, some of it for family, and some
of it for lovers, secret and otherwise. I'm feeling ALL this pressure
to create. Our society is telling us to speak our minds, to
collaborate with corporations, to innovate online, to become citizen
journalists, and if we're lucky, reality tv or youtube or hulu stars.
Cast ourselves in our own play of self-indulgence. Some people's blogs
make me feel like a terrible person - they are so good natured, and
admire the smell of fresh roses in the breeze on a saturday afternoon
and they say well done to everyone and everything and oh isn't it all
just lovely and brilliant and beautiful? and some blogs make me feel
like the laziest person on earth - really, you took that ikea chair
and made it into a small plane with wheels for your toddler? Which
brings to me to moms, mommy bloggers...all the pressure to blog about
your child or products or classes or poisons in plastic. It's really
too much for me. I want to check out of it all. And yes, I know I'm
the biggest hypocrite in the world, cause I'm typing this in email
addressed to ... my posterous blog post. which is automatically
distributed to my tumblr blog and facebook. SO IT GOES. but i
needed to vent and am guessing not too many are listening. good
night.