月曜日, 11月 10, 2003

Why the blog?

I originally had a long, unremittingly earnest post on intellectual curiosity and continual self-education....Fortunately, Blogger took one look at it and ate the whole thing. Never let it be said that blogging software doesn't have good taste.

I've been reading a blog for close to two years and writing my own "little girl's high-tech diary" for six months. Jaquandor's Byzantium Shores is as close to the ideal as it gets: politics, literature, music, and culture, and just the right amount of Women Who Leave Britney in the Dust. He has excellent tastes in authors (Guy Gavriel Kay!) and music (John Williams!), but an ill-fated love for the Buffalo Bills. He encourages his readers to begin blogs, and so the idea's been rattling in my brain vault for a long time.

It's only recently, however, that I've felt a need to blog. Our generation has bought into the idea that college expands your horizons, helps you discover your true self, and seduces you into the Democrat party. Alas, you still spend most of your time sleeping through class, grubbing for grades, and shuffling about with a herd of friends. We fear loneliness, so we dislike spending time with just ourselves.

I feel like I've fallen in a mental rut. My politics have largely petrified, and I've developed six prepared responses to any political question. (No. 3: "Liberal media bias!") Of the last two books I read for pleasure, one was a trash romance with lots of ripped bodices. As for the last time I wrote creatively....never mind. My brain's bloated with trivia like a pregnant woman, but when I look in a mental mirror, I only see that I'm fat.

I don't begin this blog with any purpose except to train myself as a contrarian. No, I'm not developing a social conscience at last--my only targets are my own preconceptions and prejudices. It's a last-ditch attempt at self-education. And I write knowing that some day, while checking on stocks in the comfort of my middle-class condo, I will accidentally click on these archives and wonder what all that fuss was about.