Tonight you will be lulled off to distant lands while reading this post by the song "Auto Rock" by Mogwai, another artist who, if you haven't heard of, you need to go check out immediately. Like right now. Go!
Anyway, if you couldn't tell from my opening line, I am once again posting with a little alcohol in my system. That, however, is not my fault. I would instead blame the very friendly bartenders at my local Italian restaurant. They pour drinks way too generously for my own good.
It was recently brought to my attention by someone who reads my posts that I all too frequently spend not enough time relating my own life to you, the readers, but instead ramble on and pose a somewhat related philosophical question towards the end. I should, in fact, be telling people more about me and my life and what I contribute to the pollution of the blogosphere and so on and so forth. This very well may be true, and if that is the case, then they are right. I truly have gone and missed the whole point of writing posts and asking questions of my audience. Even the writing I am doing right now, by their definition, is simply wrong and a waste of not only mine, but the reader's time. That is, of course, assuming that they are correct in the definition. And we all know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you....not me, just you.
Posting and blogging can be about our lives, but if you're like me, you simply don't have much of a life to write about. Herein lies one of the greatest attributes about blogging: it can be about anything you want. For some, this means telling people about their lives in the utmost detail, leaving nothing out and everything out there for people to see. To do this, in my opinion, takes a large amount of stupidity, but above that, courage and bravery. It is these people that I salute for their ability to just leave it all out there. I cannot do that, mainly because I have nothing to leave, but even if I did, I simply don't have that kind of courage. So to all of you brave, stupid bastards, I say bravo.
For me, these posts are simply a way I can clear my head of the cobwebs, the junk, the emotions, the ground up fear, my worries and woes, my joys and disappointments, and share them with a group of people who will not judge me, who can't judge me. In this Blogosphere, we are all, together, nameless, and yet we know each other better than we know much of our families. That is what I aim to do here. I shake my head out, clear away the junk, and respond with what's left. But then again, isn't that all any of us can really do?
And now, it is time for that great philosophical question to you, dear readers. Since my rant has been a longer one today, I will keep this question brief: What is the Blogosphere to you?
"Your blog is your unedited version of yourself."
-Unknown
Good night everyone, and may you enjoy your own little corner of the Blogosphere for many years to come.
Anyway, if you couldn't tell from my opening line, I am once again posting with a little alcohol in my system. That, however, is not my fault. I would instead blame the very friendly bartenders at my local Italian restaurant. They pour drinks way too generously for my own good.
It was recently brought to my attention by someone who reads my posts that I all too frequently spend not enough time relating my own life to you, the readers, but instead ramble on and pose a somewhat related philosophical question towards the end. I should, in fact, be telling people more about me and my life and what I contribute to the pollution of the blogosphere and so on and so forth. This very well may be true, and if that is the case, then they are right. I truly have gone and missed the whole point of writing posts and asking questions of my audience. Even the writing I am doing right now, by their definition, is simply wrong and a waste of not only mine, but the reader's time. That is, of course, assuming that they are correct in the definition. And we all know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you....not me, just you.
Posting and blogging can be about our lives, but if you're like me, you simply don't have much of a life to write about. Herein lies one of the greatest attributes about blogging: it can be about anything you want. For some, this means telling people about their lives in the utmost detail, leaving nothing out and everything out there for people to see. To do this, in my opinion, takes a large amount of stupidity, but above that, courage and bravery. It is these people that I salute for their ability to just leave it all out there. I cannot do that, mainly because I have nothing to leave, but even if I did, I simply don't have that kind of courage. So to all of you brave, stupid bastards, I say bravo.
For me, these posts are simply a way I can clear my head of the cobwebs, the junk, the emotions, the ground up fear, my worries and woes, my joys and disappointments, and share them with a group of people who will not judge me, who can't judge me. In this Blogosphere, we are all, together, nameless, and yet we know each other better than we know much of our families. That is what I aim to do here. I shake my head out, clear away the junk, and respond with what's left. But then again, isn't that all any of us can really do?
And now, it is time for that great philosophical question to you, dear readers. Since my rant has been a longer one today, I will keep this question brief: What is the Blogosphere to you?
"Your blog is your unedited version of yourself."
-Unknown
Good night everyone, and may you enjoy your own little corner of the Blogosphere for many years to come.