I've created many a post in my time; Seventy, to be exact. But I don't think I'd call myself an expert.
But you should feel free to call me an expert if you want to. Because, in the end, what does it take to be an expert at blogging. If you can log your thoughts on the web then you have create a weB Log of your words. It's like writing dear diary, except in stead of writing to some future grandchild who will open up a dusty book they find in an attic, your audience is immediate. Not that a blog necessarily needs a large or immediate audience, but the possibility of immediate response is clearly present. I wonder how much like "Reality" TV that makes our blogs?
On the other hand, I thoroughly enjoy running rampant through the hearts and minds of my friends, acquaintances, and strangers online. Some blogs even offer genuine insights into political, philosophical, or even religious questions.
Long live the blog, and longer live those who can find the good ones for me and send them to me in my email so that I don't have to look myself.
In other news, Ray Bradbury has recently been poked fun at because he doesn't like the internet. A few people say, "But isn't this the man who wrote Fahrenheit 451? He was almost prognostic in his description of future technology." I say to those people, "Read the book."
The internet allows for many connections, but we should never forget to feed the connections we already have to those who live off the screen and in our homes. Moderation in all things, my friends. Moderation in all things.
Except maybe Ice cream. Not frozen yogurt. The real stuff. Eating Ice Cream every day...that's some good living. Unless you are lactose intolerant, then I guess you can eat something else. But as for me and my house, we will eat Ice Cream. Or sorbet, or even sherbet, or yogurt, or pudding, or even Jell-o (TM). But most of all we eat ice cream. Yeah, I know. I shouldn't have capitalized it the first two times. It's not a proper noun. Sorry. Sometimes I get a little over excited.
