Saturday, July 13, 2013

I blog therefore I net

The worse thing about writing a blog, is to continue writing.   There is nothing more disheartening then a blog that begins for a week and then its abandoned.  Like an old house.  No longer used...just standing there to be looked at... or ignored.  The wood beginning to rot, the piping to corrode.  Just some creaking wood... maybe some comments from a reader who suddenly has found out the blog... another comment responding to the first... three months later... one year later.... and no new blogs... no new comments... just a pile of merely discernible words collecting its way to dusty death.  Until a big ball of Internet steel brings it down.  You find it in the search engine but the site no longer exists... just echoes of a thought, footprints of a forgotten history, whispers swirling in the cosmic dust.

 A blog needs life being injected all the time.  It is a journal of someones personal thoughts.  But not his private thoughts.  That would be a diary.  And lets face it, no one want their privates to be plastered throughout the waves of the net...

The word blog seems to denote something guttural.  A very Anglo-Saxon like work.  Blog.  Sounds like a thud.  Blog! Or a block... a blot.  Nothing too sophisticated... just words stringed to a thought that goes on like a swirling DNA chain.  Visceral.  Fat, clots and excrement squished together.  A boudin noir of the bete noir.

However, in Portuguese, Blogue, sounds like a child game.  Its a bit more softer.  A verb.  Eu blogueio, Tu blogueas.  It seems more like a fun toy.  A sardonic samba.   Não blogueia, te blogueio, não bloguia... no blogue da minha vida estava tu oh minha amada...la la la.

I'm sure different languages give different feelings to the word.  What is there in a word?  Everything! Nothing...

To blog or not to blog...not a question.... just a statement.  I do not cease to be myself when I stop blogging... but what am I when I do?  An exalted self? A paradox of disingenuous meaning?  Or just filing time to the inexorable end.  'Tis a consummation, devoutly to be wished.

Bathroom Blog: If you think blog is funny, blog yourself and save your money.

É por isso que bebo.

KC

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