Blogs

[pecunium]

One of the things (as I alluded before) about Blogshares is that I have to look at a lot of blogs I'd otherwise never hear of.

One was a confession of how friends went on a spree of robberies, and gave her the gun, in a paper bag, before the cops showed up. She says she tossed it in the trash as she was catching a bus back home.

Tefl0nknight is a student chef, writing about his time in the trenches as he learns his trade.

Or the high school teacher who writes of the fortunes of his water polo team.

And the letter to the lover going away to Thailand, never to really return.

Most of them are dead. I see the traces of an active life, and then it fades away. No, usually it just stops. I don't know if they tired of it, or decided people didn't care, or that too many people were finding out too much. Perhaps they died. It's kind of like finding a letter in a book from a charity shop; a glimpse of a private life, gone, like perfume on the breeze.

Comments

[feonixrift.livejournal.com]

It takes a stout heart to not go silent, for one reason or another.

Sometimes a stouter heart to do the opposite.

Blogging is a very strange thing.

[beamjockey.livejournal.com]

As whl likes to say, "In the future, everyone will be blogging, for fifteen entries."

[qp4.livejournal.com]

Nice turn of a phrase.

Only when I smell something good on the breeze, I go and talk to the woman that walked by.

Ghost Towns

[literate78.livejournal.com]

Seems strangely disrespectful to the audience (as it were) to stop writing with no explanation, no final post saying, "hey, I'm not dead. I'm just bored. " Or busy. Or something.

What relics.

Re: Ghost Towns

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But what does the writer owe the reader? This is my blog, I write it because it pleases me to do so. If it stops pleasing me, I'll quit.

Now, given that some of the people here have come to be that strange sort of acquaintance which comes of shared intimacies, at a remove, I feel I owe them something, should I tire of it.

But I don't think it's inherent to the medium, just a quirk of my nature.

TK

Spooky

[literate78.livejournal.com]

True, not an obligation per se. Just spooky to discover relics of someone's thoughts and feelings cut short with no explanation. As you say, who knows if they're even alive? Sort of like finding parts of the statue of liberty on the beach in Planet of The Apes. There's an interesting project -- an archived blog graveyard, akin to wayback machine, with hosted tours. Maybe in the 2100s.