I have to say, I'm really not quite sure what the point of blogging is unless you are sending a message to the world from (a) the Afghan mountains, (with a BT Wireless Broadband that conveniently covers the whole of the cave complex, and allows you to download US movies on your 50 inch plasma telly); (b) a Chinese labour camp wondering if any of what you post makes it out into the world, or rather if someone is going to find out that you've still got your Blackberry which you're hiding up your arse during the day time when they get you to break stones, in the torrential rain and/or punishing sun, or (c) your posting as a journalist in North Korea/ Iran/ Zimbabwe/ Myanmar/ Barrow In Furness.
My automatic prejudice, that I hope to have dashed to pieces, is that blogging is just one more narcissistic modern fad that encourages people to publish their mindlessly tedious, mediocre musings on dreary, inane and exhaustingly ephemeral tawdry celeb-this, x-factor-that CRAP that they mistakenly - nay delusionally - take to be philosophically profound, kooky, cute, quirky, and/or just a bit sexy, as though anyone gived a flying f**k what they thought.
Er... and rest.
3 comments:
Hopefully, blogging can also be characterised by good writing, as with any genre - and you've started off well: a lovely posting!
Yes, let's hope we can find a point to it all along the way :-)
Oh dear we are all rather sceptical so far aren't we?! Never mind, we can have some fun on the way! Good idea about nursery slopes though - there's something slightly disarming (perhaps especially to academics!) about instant publicity!!!
My god, and I thought I was cynical! But yes, I've thought the same things many times, even with regard to my own blogging.
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