So what is the point of a blog anyway? For others to read it? For you to write it? I want some fame and recognition, like anyone else, but I want to write with some serenity - I want a personal online journal/webdiary.
I started blogging here on Opendiary.com, which is formatted kind of like a MySpace page for journal entries - not as an online press for your own articles/opinion pieces (as with a true blog).
Does it really matter? No. Think how much fluff is out there on the Web at any moment. Tons. Or rather, how many bytes of code...
That the Internet is indeed "virtual" is a convenient notion: the excess verbiage might as well not exist in reality because it lies in a "virtual dimension" anyway, right? All so much fluff (which is also why I titled a recent entry "Fluff").
So why take any of it seriously? Perhaps it comes down to only taking yourself seriously, in lieu of anyone or anything else. So why write for an audience? Fuck the audience.
*Declaration* Heretofore I'm writing for no one but myself! *Declaration unquoteth*
That's my manifesto. If someone wants to read, then I gain that satisfaction, and maybe I'll be tickled, but, after all, my "publication" is only semi-real in the first place...
It only exists as random code on some server farm in Northern Virginia or outside San Jose, or, who knows, maybe Bangalor or New Delhi?!
-d.g.w.
4/28/07
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