I just learned that, apart from being like the world to me, oysters are the official food of love and they make a powerful love potion that even the strongest cannot withstand. Keep it in mind.
my little oyster 14 April 2008
“Hello World!” says this blog to me, before I have even started writing. What does that say about blogs? that they do the talking? they are certainly a form of the media much like The Press: if you’re not careful, a blog will incite statements from you much like a journalist can incite news where there actually is none.
That said, “Hello World!” I say back because I’m a friendly sort and I always say hello, just like I always wave: “You are my oyster!”
But there I sound like Jack Handy. That is another problem with blogs. It is too easy to toss a quip into the silent screen without tracking it down to lay it down carefully next to the other statements in a logical order where it will be part of a story.
That is how blogging is irrelevant. Blogs have the reputation of creating virtual lives for people – for some, not all by any extent. There are good blogs, there are learned blogs and cool blogs and family blogs and cooking blogs and whatev you will have – but they do carry a reputation and if you are not careful the blog will create a new character for a person and allow the pseudo-person to have a happy pseudo life not following his story, not following a logical argument, creating opinions out of thin air and inciting a reaction from his fellow pseudo-people.
That is the irony. The blogger, the trapped soul freed by the techno-savvy of the mod world, is himself by creating a self. He lives in the new play-dough - pseudough, whatev – world that does it’s best to avoid telling a story.
But still I will start a blog and I will even tell it, and the world, hello because I am polite.
violetskye
