thoughts on blogging.

Nearly everyone blogs, it seems, nowadays, at least in the circles I travel. I think blogging is one of the greatest outcomes of the digital cultural era — it allows for education; self-promotion; private expression. Most blogs have comment sections — which can be good or bad; some erupt into a crude battle of the nitwits, while others — like the blog of a mentor of mine — actually have a real community feel to them. His blog in particular I have followed and participated in for about four years, during which time I have learned a great deal; met a couple of people IRL, and grown a sort of relationship with Fred, whom I respect greatly.

My first shot at (kind of) blogging was via Tumblr, the image expression site. I found that expression through images I found was a really unique experience; I rather have an eye for images that touch me, or speak for me in some way, if that makes any sense. Knowing that the experience was wholly mine — the experience of “seeing” and feeling via the pictures I curated — felt safe, as if I were telling a story in braille to a world without the sense of touch. Not that anyone ever looks at my Tumblr — I have no idea; there is no way of knowing through Tumblr. I suppose if I really wanted to, I could have implemented Google Analytics or somesuch years ago — but I did not really want to know metrics. I am not big on vanity metrics, and that carries across all manner of social media.

Once in a while I would give the link out to someone, but never really anyone I “know”. That seems kind of personal, and in turn, no one I know has ever expressed interest, really, in what I do — which, when it comes to people like friends and family, kind of stings; but — why dwell, right? I do it for myself, anyway. It releases things inside, and also brings me an inexplicable joy in finding images that touch me in a beautiful way. Mostly, it’s that.

Same with this blog. I write about things I want to write about; I do not write as if I have an audience. Which — again, lacking analytics by choice, I have no idea about. Feels safer that way, even though I post my URL on my Twitter page. If someone reads my blog, it’s not that I fear their reaction or opinion; I just feel that I need the cushion of the unknown factor to be able to try to express myself. I’m not a great writer. Whatever that means. I just write my thinking, without spending time trying to dress it up in 20-point words and be all “impressive”.

Only a couple times have I seen evidence that someone has read an article in my blog, and one time it was a seriously personal entry. I felt really uncomfortable when I saw that this person had read it (because they posted the link and called attention to it) — not because of the person; but it was the subject matter. I (ignorantly, perhaps) really never thought anyone would ever read my writing. And of all posts — that one. It rather freaked me out, and I took it off this blog. Maybe an overreaction, but it just felt intrusive (yes, I know, even though I indirectly invited it). So I will keep that particular entry in my heart.

Unlike this blog, which seems to me like rather a ramble, I really like the image blog. I have worked on it steadily for about four years, I guess. I have it on infinite scroll, and four years’ worth of images is a lot — I haven’t tried to walk it back yet. It would be interesting to, perhaps, to see if what I saw then is what I still see now.

And this is it.

“I want to put a ding in the universe”.

  • Steve Jobs
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