I Am a Dinosaur
No politics for a while; it's just too frustrating and depressing. And anyway, Antonius and company at Boring Diatribe have it covered, so go there for a fix if you need it.
I was browsing other blogs, both on Blogspot and LiveJournal, for bloggers who share some of my nonpolitical interests. The vast majority of profiles say something like "14-year-old Taurus" or "16-year-old male." And then when I read the blogs themselves, most of the posters were high school age or perhaps college age.
Where are all the grownups?! Do we only write about politics or our careers? Or is blogging just adolescent navel-gazing? Although I think as we get older we learn to listen to others more than ourselves (in some cases to the extent of not even hearing the voices inside ourselves that tell us who we are and who we aspire to be, letting them be drowned out by the cacophony of assertions about who we should be and what we should do and want . . .), I don't believe that blogging is necessarily so narcissistic. But maybe a lot of people my age fear that it is. Or maybe most of us just don't have the time or energy, or perhaps the passion. I can only guess.
A LiveJournalish personal aside from the blogging dinosaur: The aforementioned Antonius and Rex of Confessions of a Guilty Bystander joined us for Christmas Eve dinner at a neighborhood pizza/Italian joint. Our group and the other remaining table of patrons had been joking with our red-haired waitress, Ana--we're regulars (Antonius and Rex aren't, but they earn the appellation by being in our company), and so I gathered were the other folks. Somehow as we were preparing to leave this led to a spontaneous eruption of "Tomorrow" from Annie performed in Ana's honor at the top of our lungs by all the restaurant patrons.
We may be ancients in blogland, but we haven't forgotten how to have fun.
I was browsing other blogs, both on Blogspot and LiveJournal, for bloggers who share some of my nonpolitical interests. The vast majority of profiles say something like "14-year-old Taurus" or "16-year-old male." And then when I read the blogs themselves, most of the posters were high school age or perhaps college age.
Where are all the grownups?! Do we only write about politics or our careers? Or is blogging just adolescent navel-gazing? Although I think as we get older we learn to listen to others more than ourselves (in some cases to the extent of not even hearing the voices inside ourselves that tell us who we are and who we aspire to be, letting them be drowned out by the cacophony of assertions about who we should be and what we should do and want . . .), I don't believe that blogging is necessarily so narcissistic. But maybe a lot of people my age fear that it is. Or maybe most of us just don't have the time or energy, or perhaps the passion. I can only guess.
A LiveJournalish personal aside from the blogging dinosaur: The aforementioned Antonius and Rex of Confessions of a Guilty Bystander joined us for Christmas Eve dinner at a neighborhood pizza/Italian joint. Our group and the other remaining table of patrons had been joking with our red-haired waitress, Ana--we're regulars (Antonius and Rex aren't, but they earn the appellation by being in our company), and so I gathered were the other folks. Somehow as we were preparing to leave this led to a spontaneous eruption of "Tomorrow" from Annie performed in Ana's honor at the top of our lungs by all the restaurant patrons.
We may be ancients in blogland, but we haven't forgotten how to have fun.
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