...Even a caveman could do it.
A few months ago, I had to ask my boyfriend what a "blog" was. Let's put it this way; Peter Jennings knew what a blog was before I did. Fine.
Anyway, when he (my boyfriend, not Peter Jennings) explained that a blog was somewhere to post one's ideas, thoughts, etc., I found it completely amazing that someone would want to read a "web log" about someone else's thoughts or ideas. I also found it pretty funny that politicians and journalists (and "the media"....insert gratuitous "booing" here) well worth their salt--we're talking about distinguished, recognized veterans--actually read and paid attention to what the bloggers were saying. Ludicrous. Disgusting. Preposterous!
And then I forgot about blogs. However, I did not forget about my almost life-long desire to write about things that actually might matter if given some attention; Sudan, the state of affairs at Foxwoods Resort Casino, why Mark Bellhorn should stay at second base (hear that, Tito?), etc. Now...if I could only hurry up and get a degree in journalism, political science, an internship, a masters degree, and lots of experience (in print, in the field, fetching cups of coffee for egotistical, overrated bosses), perhaps I could voice my own opinion on things other than which cheesecake I most desire at the Cheesecake Factory (not that it matters, but it's the Toblerone one).
And then, somewhere in the recesses of my Neanderthal mind (Sorry, Johnny Damon) an eternal light shone outward: if I started my own blog, I could write all of these things down and publish (publish!) them on the Internet. Wow...it's so simple, even a caveman could do it. Why didn't I think of this before?
Well, I've thought of it....let's see if I can turn out a few pages of material satisfactory for consumption. If not, I can just continue talking to the computer screen when I need to vent. Yes, I do that, too.
Anyway, when he (my boyfriend, not Peter Jennings) explained that a blog was somewhere to post one's ideas, thoughts, etc., I found it completely amazing that someone would want to read a "web log" about someone else's thoughts or ideas. I also found it pretty funny that politicians and journalists (and "the media"....insert gratuitous "booing" here) well worth their salt--we're talking about distinguished, recognized veterans--actually read and paid attention to what the bloggers were saying. Ludicrous. Disgusting. Preposterous!
And then I forgot about blogs. However, I did not forget about my almost life-long desire to write about things that actually might matter if given some attention; Sudan, the state of affairs at Foxwoods Resort Casino, why Mark Bellhorn should stay at second base (hear that, Tito?), etc. Now...if I could only hurry up and get a degree in journalism, political science, an internship, a masters degree, and lots of experience (in print, in the field, fetching cups of coffee for egotistical, overrated bosses), perhaps I could voice my own opinion on things other than which cheesecake I most desire at the Cheesecake Factory (not that it matters, but it's the Toblerone one).
And then, somewhere in the recesses of my Neanderthal mind (Sorry, Johnny Damon) an eternal light shone outward: if I started my own blog, I could write all of these things down and publish (publish!) them on the Internet. Wow...it's so simple, even a caveman could do it. Why didn't I think of this before?
Well, I've thought of it....let's see if I can turn out a few pages of material satisfactory for consumption. If not, I can just continue talking to the computer screen when I need to vent. Yes, I do that, too.
posted by Jess @ Friday, June 17, 2005
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