When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to tell more to the world than you can in your ongoing salon series; phone calls to long-distance friends; long walks to let off steam with close friends; thrice daily phone calls to your lover; twice weekly phone calls to your mother; biweekly hanging out at your friends’ restaurant 2 states away; monthly political meetings; constant emails to friends and enemies, colleagues and competitors; personal website for letting off steam, professional website, and, of course, your cats – it’s time to start a blog.
Because the word “blog” is so hideous, I told myself I would never start one. But in truth I very much like the blog format. It’s rather tidy, isn’t it? As am I.
I find it abhorrent when I stumble across a personal blog where someone talks about, say, going grocery shopping (not in the context of, say, a long essay detailing the precise ways in which the supermarket makes them want to fucking vomit, but more in the context of “…and then I went to the Piggly Wiggly and got some cases of beer for the BBQ….”), but the truth is that I send out a lot of mass emails to my friends. And maybe this is beginning to annoy them. And wouldn’t it be nice to have everything neatly arranged in a blog?
Also, I invented the blog idea 7 years ago.
Excerpt from my journal, January 5, 2000, when I was writing an interminable senior thesis about the poetry of Adrienne Rich: “If I were ever to write a book, it would have to have little interludes about my everyday life as I was writing the book – because how can the way I live my life – my quirky lefty little always-striving-for-the-best way of being – be distanced from my intellectual thought? It certainly makes things more interesting, at any rate, to be let into someone’s world as you’re reading their intellectual ideas.”
I’m not writing a book (and I no longer think that’s a good idea for a book), but that’s how I’m thinking about my blog – mostly rather serious musings on life from my fantastically brilliant and stylish point of view – with occasional frivolous pictures, recipes, and lots of swear words. It really is a good way to keep up with friends, don’t you think? (Can you hear me trying to justify this most solipsistic venture in my head?). I keep a long list of friends’ blogs that I check whenever I want to procrastinate, and they fulfill that need exceedinly well. Happily, I can now return the favor.