I realized a few things today:
1) I have not been updating my blog at all lately. That’s what that
weird itchy feeling is: the desire to write.
2) I have not been reading my FRIENDS’ blogs. Which is just
inexcusable. I’ve been reading a lot of books instead, because those
didn’t require functioning internet (which I was deprived of at home
for ALMOST TWO WEEKS)
3) Speaking of that, I’ve read five full length library books so far
this year, according to my posts of 50bookchallenge. They
Oh, and I re-read the first two volumes of Sandman comics
because I bought myself “The Absolute Sandman” – an immense,
beautifully reprinted hard-bound volume – with the gift certificates
to Amazon my sisters got me. I first read those graphic novels when I
was a teenager in Victoria, sulking around Java in ragged black
dresses, the year I was a college dropout in 1997 or so. I re-visited
the books last year, and the more I read them, the more details I
notice, the more references, and oddities, and ingenuities I catch.
Especially with the high-quality reprint and the readers’ guides in
the Absolute edition.
That first reading, though, that year back in Victoria was ten years
ago, incidentally. Which leads me to the last thing:
3) As of the end of this month, I will have been blogging for eleven
years. I started in January, 1996. Just for the record. This
officially makes me one of the oldest bloggers out there, in terms of
blog-years, not human years.
Although, I wonder now, how long will I keep up this blog? It’s
slipping already because I’m too busy transitioning into this weird
thing called adulthood (the last step seems to be from Post-College to
Young Married) to keep it up. Will I be updating my Livejournal when
I’m married? Will I be blogging when we have kids? I know people DO,
obviously – but they’re not me. And since I created a blog for an
identity as a teenager, and kept it for ten years more as a record of
parties and socializing – do I transition it now, or will I just end
up letting it atrophy as I have been?
For that reason, perhaps I should re-join the blogging, and see if
it’s something that I am still part of, that is still part of me.
Yes. I should do that. I certainly have the time now that I’m not
driving to freakin’ Pasadena three times a week. Perhaps I’ll join
the land of the living, in terms of the blogosphere.
And, might I add, when I started this, eleven years ago, we called
them “webjournals”. And I was goth without knowing that was the word.
And the world was a different place that it is now.