Saturday, February 18, 2006

O brave new world!

It has recently been brought to my attention that the following write up of my blog is posted on an anonymous person's blog review page:

Sarah Aubrey Hunter's blog. Rarely updated because she's too busy.
Atrocious, name-sullying fiend!

I recently indulged in a two hour argument with my brother, over MSN, about blogging. He hates it. I heart it. His stance is that people should not be given the means with which to pollute the internet with the innane details of their trivial life, or indulge their illusions of grandeur that *someone* will one day discover their bleeding bit of poetry and they will become famous, etcetera. I had to agree with a lot of what he said but, as a blogger, I could not, you see, agree with all of it.

He also hates the term "blogger".

I once read a hilarious (but *so* not what your mother would want to you to read, I can't bring myself to link to it...give me an email and I'll pass the info along) critique of the words blogging, blogger, blogged, blogosphere, blogomania, blogroll, blogshare, blogstorm, blog swarm, blogging community, blawg, blogumentary, blogebrity, photoblog, warblog, warblogger, warblogging, webmistress, trackback, travelblog, friendblog, watchblog, videoblog, and the like, entitled, "If these words were people, I would embrace their genocide". It begins:

Blogger
: Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about bloggers is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a referral on a more popular blogger's website to set the lesser blogger's ego into orbit.


And gets progressively more colourful (and I'm not talking prism) from there.

It all makes me think of something my mother once said, which was apocolypic, in her usual way: "I wonder why this generation is fixated with the trend of writing down their own personal histories? I wonder what it means, prophetically?"

Are we all egomaniacs? Perhaps. Are we filling the void that was once filled by community and in-depth, in-depth conversations with our family members and friends, over long meals, long journeys, and long evenings by candlelight? Most likely.

7 comments:

Nikolas said...

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.

Nikolas said...

"I could habit to form"?

Brilliant.

s@bd said...

My father asked me the other day "what eternal significance" does blogging have?
ummm ... good question dad. sigh.

robtegelberg said...

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

Sarah-Aubrey said...

Posted by a friend of mine, on his blog:

"...and there he was,
this young boy
stranger to my eyes...

boring me softly with his blog
boring me softly
with his blog
telling his whole life
with his blog"

Andrew G said...

i love the "i heart blogging"

you make me largh

RodeoClown said...

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.