Why Blog?

Some folks write weblogs brimming with ringing manifestos. Their online journals are a call to arms. They’re trying desperately to awaken a world full of sleepwalkers.

Others delve deep into the mysteries of and banalities of pop culture. They place the wonderful weirdness of mass movements under the microscope and dissect the who, what, when, where, why and how of fads and fashions. They’re not entirely unlike lepidopterists cutting up glittering butterflies.

Still others produce highly personal journals. They rip away their skin and bare all, allowing us to exercise our voyeurism, even as they exercise their exhibitionism. Perhaps we learn a bit about ourselves in the process.

Do I really have anything intelligent to add to the conversation?

As an aside, there was a time when weblogs were like travelogues. They chronicled a person’s travels through the wild, wild, web. They were k kind of like trails of breadcrumbs left in the electronic wilderness. They were definitely an offshoot of web surfing, that zen-like time-suck consisting of traversing the web link by link by link, with no real end in mind. Anyway, does anybody write weblogs like that anymore?