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Tuesday, February 12, 2002
I wish everyone was as comfortable with blogging their brain farts as I am. I understand that perhaps the last thing the web needs is even more pages full of thoughts of the "Gee, my ass is itchy" variety, but I don't really care about how our actions shape the face and future of the internet. I don't care that "the last thing the web needs is millions of people posting their every inane thought". I blog... okay, a lot... because it's fun. Because I don't have to necessarily put much thought in it. It's a nice place to keep the spare thoughts.

Obviously people are reading it and I have to keep that somewhere in my mind-- hell, that's why I'm not posting explicit sexual fantasies or the names of people I'm plotting to wrong-- but I think--know-- that the level of agonizing over crafting a blog entry is keeping people from posting as much as I'd like them to.

(And everything should be about my needs, she deadpanned.)

Well... I blog from work because my work is very tedious, and the accumulation of thoughts that build need to go somewhere, and fresh material coming into the brain (by way of other people's blog entries) is a welcome change from the lists of numbers and details of servers that I'll never actually see. It's therapeutic for me. I believe it keeps me sane. It keeps my greystuff flexed. It's communication of a very specific sort, lag-timed, usually untargeted, but somehow, in its way, intimate. An invitation to think along with others. Hello, welcome to my thoughts. Low-level socialization that I can get little doses of all day long; things I wouldn't necessarily feel comfortable saying out loud to the physical people occupying the immediate physical space surrounding me. And it doesn't take that much mental energy. Hardly any at all, really. Almost none. Okay: none.

Perhaps if I took a little time to craft this stuff, it would be more readable, but that's not what this thing is about for me.

I just wish everyone whose blogs I look forward to reading shared my approach.