I took many more pictures than that are in the last post, and while I strongly suggest that you take a look at the photo album in my Gallery, I know it’s a chore to navigate to another site. My two readers can’t reasonably be expected to go there on their own time, so here we go: I’ll post a picture or two once and awhile in the blog. Woo!
I was thinking about being at Gasworks Park as I was getting this entry ready and decided to take a look on Wikipedia to see if they have anything to say about it. And they do! Check out the Wikipedia article on Gasworks Park here. There’s a lot of interesting stuff there, so go take a look if you get a chance.
I was also thinking about blogging in general today. Some folks on Ravelry were asking about what makes a good blogger, and there were a lot of good responses. But in the end I concluded that being a good blogger really isn’t my goal. I mean, sure it’d be nice to have hundreds (or even thousands!) of readers, but that sounds like a lot of pressure just to feel well liked. Sure, that wouldn’t be the only thing I’d get out of it, but that would probably be my motivation in the end. I have no desire to have people come to me or my blog for useful information… that’s not the kind of work/effort I want to put into it.
In the end I want this blog so that I can look back on it and read/remember what I was up to during one time or another, and also so that I can see how my opinions or feelings on things have evolved over time. Because I certainly notice it for some things, but I’m afraid that I’ll forget a lot of it.
I’m always asking my parents about things that happened to them when they were younger and they have trouble remembering. That’s understandable, but when I have all of this new technology available to me that make it incredibly easy to document my life, I figure, “why not?” It’s like those people who take a photo of themselves once a day for years, and you can see how they alter and change over time. It’s really neat, and I don’t feel like it takes up much time. Even blogging isn’t that time-consuming, and when it is I really enjoy it because I’m tweaking with the layout or discovering a new widget to add to the sidebar.
Anyway. It’d be more than wonderful to think that there are people I know who read this thing, but in the end I have to remember that that’s not why I’m doing it. Sure it’s cool to think that someday someone might use their microphone and record me an audio comment, or that they’d comment at all on the blog, but I shouldn’t rely on that to feel good about it.
I’ve said to a few people that one day I think it’d be really great to get my blog printed out and bound into a real book. It’d be a nice amalgam between the future and the past, don’t you think? I hope to keep this blog going for years, and maybe I can have a bookshelf one day with hardbound books there, all lined up and in chronological order ready for me to reread in a few years when I’ve forgotten everything.
Of course there’s the issue that my books are no longer protected. They’re just out there, in the open, for anyone to read. Sure, that’s exactly what I’m doing with my blog, but in theory I could delete any post that I no longer liked, or immediately make my whole internet presence private with the click of my mouse. I can’t do that with a book… it’ll always be sitting there waiting for somebody to pick up and read it.
I worry about these things because I’m experiencing what everybody does: Every day I think more and more that I was an idiot in high school. Not in a really obvious sense, but I can definitely see areas where I’ve matured, and I’m not sure that I want/need people reading back that far and seeing that part of me. Maybe in a decade or two when I feel more separated from that period of my life I’ll feel more okay with it.
We’ll see how things turn out. I’m not really in a financial position to get these entries printed and bound anyway, so it’ll be awhile. Let’s just hope the whole of the internet doesn’t crash and lose all its data. Then I’d really be screwed.
