check ignition, and may God’s love be with you

I was talking with Greg the other day about blogging, and how when he and I used to have blogs back when we first met, it was a totally different world.  They were pretty rare, and mostly just random people posting random thoughts and generally opening themselves up to public scrutiny in an effort to put their voices out there.  I mean, Greg and I both had blogs before they were even called “blogs.”  I remember my first website in high school that I coded by hand that had a “Rants” section, and I had to literally type my entries into a text file and upload them to the FTP server.  There was no such thing as blogging software back then, or at least any that I was aware of.  

Nowadays blogging has turned into such a ubiquitous medium, there’s literally billions of blogs out there – my mom could have one for all I know.  (Although if she did I’m sure I would have had to provide tech support by now, so I think it’s safe to say she probably doesn’t.)  It seems to me the other bigger difference is that it’s turned into such a moneymaker that everybody has some kind of angle they’re working.  Nobody seems to have just regular old personal blogs where they chat about everything and nothing – it’s all either home improvement blogs, or health blogs, or recipe blogs, or design blogs.  Or if it IS a personal blog it tends to be all whitewashed and polite and positive.  

So I was talking to Greg about what I want to get out of blogging, and why I still have this urge to do it after all these years.  And how much do I want to share?  As an adult there’s something that feels juvenile about opening your heart to strangers. But there’s something that still goes back to that whole idea of just shouting into this giant void and see what echoes back to me.  Sometimes it’s easier to talk to strangers than friends. It’s like a much much much less expensive version of SETI:  I’m just going to aim my satellite array and put a signal out there and see what I get back.  Actually, I’m pretty sure SETI just listens and doesn’t send messages, so bad analogy.  But I just like any excuse to namedrop SETI.

So…have I mentioned that my dad has lung cancer?  Because he does, and it’s pretty bad.  And I have a lot to say about it, so you can look forward to some depressing shit in the upcoming posts.  

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