Thursday, April 21, 2005

Who gives a flying fuck?

The title pretty much encapsulates how I felt about blogs. I already regularly communicate with the people who care about me, so what would the point of a blog be? How arrogant to assume that complete strangers would care how I spent my day or how my life is going or what my opinions on the Nescafe espresso machine is! (It sucks, if you want to know. The espresso machine, I mean. The day and life are going okay so far.)

However, the insistence of several friends has convinced me that there may be an audience, and a recent bout of navel-gazing has convinced me that it may have therapeutic value. So here it is! Ta-da!

I'm uncertain about who I want my audience to be. On the one hand, of course, it will simply be another way for me to communicate with my friends. On the other hand, I think I would find strangers' opinions fascinating. Without any background information about me, and having only my own writing to go on, what would they think, and what's the process by which they form their opinion?

Well, here's to the spirit of experimentation.

Yesterday's reading: The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem


Anonymous said...

You are a genius.

Evolvingthinker said...

Well, audiences are hard to build. My blog is basically only read by my friends and internet date potentials and Debbie's blog is hardly read by friends (only me and Jesse) and xanga people.

But cater to me. I will read. Write about sex. :)