I started my blog out of boredom and procrastination. But I wanted it to be something different from the boring minutiae of other blogs. However, I seem to fall into the same monotony from time to time.I just wanted it to be a place where I can post weird links or funny pictures or make people laugh. And I could habit to form for when I leave the country.And there is some satisfaction in knowing that there’s an audience.I’ll have to think about what blogging could mean prophetically.
we blog cuz there is nothing else to do, we are lost in the cosmos, and when people like sarah or i are too busy doing more important stuff, we dont blog. and believe you me, one day my archives will get a billion posts a day, that will have to be after i take over the world of course…miss yah sarah
Posted by a friend of mine, on his blog: “…and there he was,this young boystranger to my eyes…boring me softly with his blogboring me softlywith his blogtelling his whole lifewith his blog”
Thank you Andrew for your deep thoughts on the matter. You make me largh too.Sure blogging takes the place of conversations once made in person. Maybe the place of literary masterpieces that would have taken time, energy and discipline. Much like Michelangelo vs. ceiling tiles, or Mozart vs. “The Salads”, “The Strokes”, “The Spoons”, “The White Stripes” and I’m sure; “The Lettuce”. I think worse than this, is the generation’s tendency to look at their life from some image of a “larger perspective” (any good emo likes to dabble with this), and see that they are born so they can go to school, so they can get a job, so they can retire, so they can die. They read about DaVinci, Michelangelo, and Mozart while getting their necessary education, and see “life”. “This guy had accomplishments that people even now are talking about. DaVinci had a book of pictures of helicopters – maybe I can do that too. Maybe I can make a dent in the world. Maybe I’m worth something. Maybe I can have people talk about me years from now. Because right now – I’m not worth sh!t. I live, and I die. I need to scream my thoughts from rooftops; I need to get my word out there. I need to mean something, to someone – but even so – who are they, to be worth anything for me to care? When I die – I’m dead.”Now, depending on the person, the root isn’t quite this well known. The world is set up according to “action/reaction” laws – and it doesn’t matter on whether or not one sees the “action” – there’s still a reaction. There are still countries under the poverty line whether or not you choose to go on a mission to see it, or not. There is a noise in the forest when a tree falls. You will still be producing rotten fruit, whether you realize a part of you is not in His perfect plan or not. Saving treasures where computer viruses and network crashes destroy? In the true eternal picture: who the crap really cares? But who am I? I have rotten fruit; but I am not moved to make an entropic society. That is, after all, another law of nature.“Hey, look at me, I posted my opinion on the inter-web!” Just live in the vine, and go out and heal someone. I’m tired of the noise.
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I started my blog out of boredom and procrastination. But I wanted it to be something different from the boring minutiae of other blogs. However, I seem to fall into the same monotony from time to time.I just wanted it to be a place where I can post weird links or funny pictures or make people laugh. And I could habit to form for when I leave the country.And there is some satisfaction in knowing that there’s an audience.I’ll have to think about what blogging could mean prophetically.
“I could habit to form”?Brilliant.
My father asked me the other day “what eternal significance” does blogging have?ummm … good question dad. sigh.
we blog cuz there is nothing else to do, we are lost in the cosmos, and when people like sarah or i are too busy doing more important stuff, we dont blog. and believe you me, one day my archives will get a billion posts a day, that will have to be after i take over the world of course…miss yah sarah
Posted by a friend of mine, on his blog: “…and there he was,this young boystranger to my eyes…boring me softly with his blogboring me softlywith his blogtelling his whole lifewith his blog”
i love the “i heart blogging”you make me largh
Thank you Andrew for your deep thoughts on the matter. You make me largh too.Sure blogging takes the place of conversations once made in person. Maybe the place of literary masterpieces that would have taken time, energy and discipline. Much like Michelangelo vs. ceiling tiles, or Mozart vs. “The Salads”, “The Strokes”, “The Spoons”, “The White Stripes” and I’m sure; “The Lettuce”. I think worse than this, is the generation’s tendency to look at their life from some image of a “larger perspective” (any good emo likes to dabble with this), and see that they are born so they can go to school, so they can get a job, so they can retire, so they can die. They read about DaVinci, Michelangelo, and Mozart while getting their necessary education, and see “life”. “This guy had accomplishments that people even now are talking about. DaVinci had a book of pictures of helicopters – maybe I can do that too. Maybe I can make a dent in the world. Maybe I’m worth something. Maybe I can have people talk about me years from now. Because right now – I’m not worth sh!t. I live, and I die. I need to scream my thoughts from rooftops; I need to get my word out there. I need to mean something, to someone – but even so – who are they, to be worth anything for me to care? When I die – I’m dead.”Now, depending on the person, the root isn’t quite this well known. The world is set up according to “action/reaction” laws – and it doesn’t matter on whether or not one sees the “action” – there’s still a reaction. There are still countries under the poverty line whether or not you choose to go on a mission to see it, or not. There is a noise in the forest when a tree falls. You will still be producing rotten fruit, whether you realize a part of you is not in His perfect plan or not. Saving treasures where computer viruses and network crashes destroy? In the true eternal picture: who the crap really cares? But who am I? I have rotten fruit; but I am not moved to make an entropic society. That is, after all, another law of nature.“Hey, look at me, I posted my opinion on the inter-web!” Just live in the vine, and go out and heal someone. I’m tired of the noise.