Remember the good ol’ days when people
would write their innermost thoughts in a diary? And then the diary would be
locked and hidden under the bed? This way, only after a person died did you
find out he or she was cuckoo. But nowadays, we have Facebook and Twitter and
blogs. This way, everybody on Planet Earth gets to find out right away that a
person has more baggage than the cargo hold of a Boeing 737. I miss the good
ol’ days.
I really shouldn’t be so snarky, since
I’ve had a blog myself for a few years now. By the way, if you’re not familiar,
the word blog is a contraction of the phrase “web log.” Basically, a blog is a
personalize page on the Internet where you can share whatever is on your mind
with 7 billion other people. Although in reality, if you’re not a famous
celebrity or politician or criminal (oops, that’s redundant), you probably
won’t be noticed by approximately six-billion, nine-hundred ninety-nine
million, nine-hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred ninety-two of those
folks.
My blog can be found at MerryCatholic.com.
It’s not a typical blog, as I simply post my well thought out and carefully
crafted weekly columns. (OK, fine, I just wanted to see if you were paying
attention. Honestly, my goal for each column is to be well thought out and
carefully crafted — and even occasionally run through Spell-Check — but I’m often
running short on time, so the essays end up being a little sloppy, albeit
always with good intentions.)
In comparison, the typical blog is a
spur-of-the-moment running commentary, as the blogger types whatever pops into
his or her head in response to, well, everything and anything. Sometimes it’s
political commentary. Sometimes it’s the person’s views of society and culture.
Some bloggers are convinced the world is breathlessly waiting for an update,
complete with photos, of every meal the blogger consumes each day. I suspect
these bloggers aren’t quite reaching the full potential 7 billion viewer level.
Many blogs focus on specific topics or
interests: dog grooming, scrapbooking, flowers, needlepoint, Red Sox trivia,
automotive maintenance, and simple ways to build a tactical nuclear device out
of spare parts in your garage. (These bloggers usually have a few extra
viewers, namely the entire Homeland Security Department.)
My baby sister is now officially a
blogger. Her commentary is quite insightful and funny. (I suspect she inherited
those talents from her older brother.) Like me, she apparently is too hard
pressed for time to use Spell-Check. You can find her at
Katesflightofideas.com. (I’m glad she didn’t use the phonetic spelling of the
word ideas. Growing up in eastern Connecticut, we learned to pronounce that
word more like “eye-deers.” We aren’t as bad as Bostonians or Rhode Islanders,
of course, but we do occasionally find the need to insert an “R” where it
doesn’t belong.)
I make lighthearted fun of blogs and
Facebook, but — no wait, there’s nothing fun about Facebook. I’m convinced it
was created by Satan. Please, I’m begging you, save your soul by deleting your
account.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, I make fun of blogs, but to be serious for a
minute, typing out your thoughts and dreams is a very healthy and therapeutic
exercise.
There’s a quote that has always stuck
with me. I forgot who said it (and if only there was a way to quickly search
for information these days!), but it goes like this: “I write to find out what
I think.”
Feel free to check out my sister’s and
my blog. Better yet, set up your own blog. No reason to make people wait until
you’re dead to find out you’re cuckoo.
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