So I re-read the first year.<\/p>\n
I like a lot of what I read! But it strikes me that my apocalypse-adjacent experience made me a lot more frightened of free speech.<\/p>\n
My first year of blogging was so confident and free. I was pretty sure that I could say anything I wanted and it would be fine, that I had opinions worth exploring and it was<\/p>\n
OKAY<\/p>\n
It was fine! It was me, building the internet, BEING the internet. My blog in the beginning was something not a lot of people were doing.<\/p>\n
Now posting things is a lot my stylized. 140 characters, anyone?<\/p>\n
Yeah, I tweet. But..<\/p>\n
I BLOG dammit<\/p>\n
I blog.<\/p>\n
or, I used to<\/p>\n
I still kinda do<\/p>\n
I used to write up all the books I read and the music I listened to and the news I thought about. my life, other people’s lives, movies, music, friends, encounters<\/p>\n
Blogfodder<\/p>\n
I had things to say<\/p>\n
I have things to say now, too, I have thoughts I am thinking. Back then, i was thrilled to have 10 visitors in a day. I got about that many. I remember I got about 20 odd visitors every day.<\/p>\n
Now, I am the only one visiting my blog. Because there are other bloggers out there. Better websites. For mundanity, facebook has filled the need.<\/p>\n
I am not exactly mundane. But I am not specialized either. I specialize in being me. I suppose that I am most fascinating to myself. And maybe to those who know me and love me.<\/p>\n
Facebook keeps me in touch with friends. But I would rather those friends get to know me by reading my blog. My blog is a lot more of me, or at least the parts of me that are interesting.<\/p>\n
From time to time I would write a lengthy email, and repost it as a blog entry. I suppose I could do the same for Facebook.<\/p>\n
Or I could go both ways, post a blog on FB.<\/p>\n
This internet has morphed. I like it, but I’m not such a superstar anymore.<\/p>\n
There is that other thing, too. Right now, I am a<\/p>\n
MOM<\/p>\n
and that takes up all the space.<\/p>\n
mom mother motherhood mom mom mom mom mommy mom mom<\/p>\n
all the space, no margins left. Thoughts are difficult to pursue. And I am not so good at thinking and expressing without enough sleep<\/p>\n
I’m in a different mental space that my first year of blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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