everyday adventure: blogs are weird.

8.12.10

blogs are weird.

if there's one thing that remains a mystery to me, it's blogs. many things confound me.

why do people write them?

why are people so secretly addicted to reading them?

why are they called blogs?

why am i so intimidated by starting one?

mainly the last one is what i wonder the most. but then today when i was updating my facebook with another boring one liner, i was like, ya, this is lame. i hate this shade of blue combined with this shade of white. it suppresses my imagination. why do i put up with it?

so i made this blog instead.

2 comments:

Cheryl.December 8, 2010 at 7:16 PM
I like (facebook... oozes... out... into language.... ugh...).
Also. A blog is called a blog because it is a log on the web. and so call it a web log and get lazy and drop the 'we'. and that it's why it is called a blog. aren't you glad you know now? I also think it resembles the sound my brain makes when I do it. Blog. yes. it's is true. but i don't think that is why they are called blogs... though that would be quite flatter... to have a whole web sphere of ness named after my brain sounds! then again... maybe i'll reconsider.
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Erica @ Acire AdventuresMarch 23, 2011 at 9:45 AM
I know this is an old post, but that doesn't mean I can't comment, right? I think people like blogs because they like seeing into other worlds. It's a lot like facebook, but often deeper, more creative, more meaningful. And why bother being intimidated? It's like a blank canvas in a world of cookie-cutter online social media. Take it and run with it!
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