Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I have not written on the computer as a journal. I write in a spiral notebook and once in a while I transcribe what I write in a paper format into the computer. I don’t much care for the actual task of that process. Because I don’t like to type that much, and particularly, I don’t like to type something I am also reading and usually editing as I go. I am reluctant to change my habits. Of course. I am thinking about the Blogosphere and my Blog and why I might want to have my words in that format. I haven’t come up with a very good answer yet. I continually vacillate between thinking it is a good idea and thinking it is stupid. As it is now, my writing is shelved and completely anonymous. In a blog it is almost completely anonymous. A blog is kind of like dumping my thoughts into a vast and endless landfill. Where as my journals at home are like keeping all my trash stored up. In the landfill, there may be pickers, people who, for whatever reasons, are hanging out in the landfill looking for something. And it is possible that a picker may pick up a fragment of my thoughts and give them a glance. The question is, so what? There is another notion. The notion of a cyber collective consciousness. And in this notion I can imagine my thoughts and the landfill as a vast collective consciousness soup. Something made up of all that is dumped in, some lumps, some spices, some stock, and some lard. I can imagine my thoughts as thickening, or thinner, or color, or whatever. Not as distinguishable in and of themselves, but as a mix. Then the question becomes, what is the value of that? Who knows? I have to decide if there is any value or not, or, if it is worth the effort with out a knowable answer yet. So I am undecided. And this is fitting.