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blogs as channels of insight

Blogs as Channels of Insight

We were with some new friends at a little get-together last night.

One feller exclaimed with tremendous vocal volume that his daughter is

in college and "is really into blogging." My ears perked up. I heard

the magic word that makes my world go round, that single thing that

mattered to me, meant more to me than life itself.

"Blogs, eh? Say on, good sir", I think I might have yelled at him.

"She writes stuff for her blog every day, she's an English major, and

she reads the blogs of her friends, and writes comments on them." he

answered with all his might.

"I would like to see her blog sometime", I shouted.

He looked at me with what I assumed was good-natured and polite

tolerance of the shape of my shoes, which I admit are lumpy looking.

As he stared down at the lopsided galloshes I had slopped onto my

feet, I reached for my cup of coffee, hoping that abrupt and dignified

motion would detour him. I have other shoes, I just never wear them.

"It's on Xanga", he explained loudly.

I refrained from showing off by suppressing a strong desire to

ponitificate on Xanga, LiveJournal, Blogspot, Typepad, Craig's List,

Always On, Corante, Metafilter, Blog Expulsion, Personal Democracy

Forum, and other blog communities, multi-authored team blogs,

web-rings, and portal hubs.

"I will check it out," I screamed crazily. "What's the name of the

blog? Or her full name? Does she use her real name in the blog? Is it

password protected, so only friends and family can read it?"

I was wishing someone would turn off the lawnmower in the livingroom.

I mean, the carpet was freshly cut, hence--the noisy, gassy mower had

served its purpose, hadn't it?

So, why did someone have to let it just sit there? and idle like that?

with a rope tied around the handle? to keep it running while no one

was attending it? Rather annoying.

He told me, in a vocal register quite in excess of a whimper, that it

was not locked. He gave me the name of the blog, and her real full

name.

So I'm going to check it out later.

I will post a comment at it, no lurking.

"It's a great way to keep tabs on her, what she's experiencing and

thinking", he wailed thunderously, entirely unprovoked. "I've

explained how to be safe online and she mostly just writes about

classes and activities going on at her college. I love it."

Here a blog is used as a tool to gain insight into a loved one's life

who is off to college.

Blogs, the miracle that they are, even bring families together in a

digital monitoring that can be better than letters or photo file

sharing.

A blog by a college student can contain photos with poetry or

explanations of what's going on in the photo. The frequent updating of

blogs means that parents can have very current information on their

children's moods, problems, and adventures.

Now if dad had a blog, his daughter could keep tabs on him, in a

mutual surveillance for reciprocal benefit.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

:^)

Posted by steven edward streight at 8/01/2005 12:52:00 PM 0 comments

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Blog Blindness: an untreatable disease

Blog Blindness: an untreatable disease

Some people are blinded by strange shimmerings and cannot see blogs.

Symptoms of This Tragic Incurable Ailment

(1.) They ask "What's a blog?" You explain "blog, blogging,

blogosphere" very well. They still don't "get it".

(2.) They hear about blogs from others, they watch television news

reports about blogs with blogger interviews and screenshots. They are

no wiser than they were before. They still wonder what a blog is.

(3.) You show them a blog, maybe even your own blog. They look right

at the blog and cannot see it. It's there, but they're not. They're

somewhere else, in a faraway outmoded land, a brazen frozen

terrasphere, cracked and bleeding ground of being something that's

behind, straggling shamefacedly, stalled and negligent, stuff with

Other Things, eyes burned out of their sockets by rockets of nowhere's

glands.

The Dreaded Cure that's No Cure

The only way to heal the person is to convince them to start their own

blog.

This is dismissed as a totally undesirable solution, since the

formerly Blog Blind person generally turns into a Chronic

Overcompensating Blogging Evangelist, trying to get others to follow

down the slippery slope of hardcore bloggery.

Blog Creation, although it is potent enough to flush out misgivings

and mistakings, will only result, in most cases, with manic pursuit of

addictive:

"template tweaking"

"blogroll rubbing"

"clinking syndrome"

"blooging"

"reciprocal comment posting"

"blog traffic exchange cult involvement"

"blogocombat"

"blogoslang"

"visitor stats frenzy"

and

"blattooing (self-inflicted blog tattoos)".


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