This is how I thought of a Blog:
like a daily diary kind of thing of where you were at; as if anybody else gave a shit about such things.
No, wait…. My thought(s) was (were) that I would use this as a place to stick stuff like pictures & declarations & revelations & invocations(?) & whatevers to friends & family & weird stalkers & such.
But I seem to be so sluggish at doing so that nobody would ever bother to keep coming back to check up on where I was/am at.
Then it’s a Blog!
Right?
So I looked it up. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog
Interesting.
Apparently….
I am so not in the Moment. Apparently.
I caught this one thing on, I’m pretty sure it was on http://www.wired.com/
an interview with this guy who was supposedly (allegedly) the original blogger, the guy who invented the idea, or the first one to ever do it, or something, & he was this longhaired freak from somewhere near Mountainaire, New Mexico (there was a picture of him), & he was saying something to the effect of: a blog is like a record of where you have been on the Internet, so it is a series of links of where you have been, & he said “if you have more original content than links on your blog, then you need to learn some humility” or something like that. I can’t seem to find that post so I can’t post a link to the sonofabitch…I tried, I swear tagod.
That made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already did about being on the Internet already. There was a picture of him, he was (is) a longhaired freak wearing a funny cap looking like someone I would totally get along with, but…..
I am so bad at this blogging shit. In fact, I seem to be really bad at the whole Internet Thing.
It’s so futuristic & all, I love the Future, at least I used to think I did. Am I really getting old & shit; calcifying; moss gathering up under my too-slowly-moving feet up around my ankles over my calves & thighs into my underused crotch rotting, no, fossilizing my gonads……no, wait. Stop. Take a breath. Relax…..
I can remember sitting in a living room in Bakersfield many years ago, must have been early ’70s, telling some people I didn’t know something about how in the Near Future, not too long from now, everybody is going to have a computer, & it’s gonna be great! Blank stares. They had not the faintest idea of why in the world they would ever want to have a computer. Nor did I! But I at least knew that it was gonna be really cool in some way or another! I was so ahead of the curve, the wave, the thing. I was so ready for it……not! I got books on computers, I tried to learn Fortran from paperbacks. I was not the right kind of nerd in the right college at the right time. I was an artist waiting for Adobe Photoshop™ to happen & drop into my lap so I could do all these really cool things. I was an “Underground” Cartoonist, fer chrissake! I was ready to be wielding lightning bolts in really original & constructive ways that would make the world such a better place like you wouldn’t believe!
And the whole thing went right on by me.
I never ever, in my wildest dreams, & I guess I did have some wild ones, expected to live past the age of 30. Really. I think I thought I was just going to go up in a puff of smoke at some point or something, I don’t know. At any rate, I am now in what is for me totally uncharted territory, so I am of course having to make all of this shit up as I go along, & I don’t seem to be doing a very good job of it, because I seem to have made some really dumbass decisions about how the World works, or should work, & now, having already committed myself to not spending every waking minute trying to do nothing but make more money & then some more money & then more more more more money…..I blew it. I’m a lousy provider. I’m just a dreamer. That & $4.00 will get you a latté. (Back in the ’50s & before even that, they used to like to say: “…that & 10 cents will get you a cup of coffee.”) So it’s funny, see?
Oh, man, listen to this Old Fart whining. Or not.
Which brings me back to this blogging thing. I have a hard time believing anybody could possibly give a shit about the things that I happen to be thinking about, let alone the things I’ve been looking at on the Internet.