Ruminations on Weblogs...
You can't talk about your life because people you know read them. I have on occasion (yesterday for one) suggested to a few friends that they should look at the site because there was this really satisfying link on it which I thought they should see. This is fine. But then you begin to realise that everyone has looked at it at one point or another - for god's sake your e-mail address has barbelith.com in it.
And then your fourteen year old brother is wondering whether or not your parents should be told about the what you have said on the site. And should I really be advocating the dismantling of the phallogocentric hetero-orthodoxy within his tender earshot? More to the point, how on earth are you going to talk about sex when you know your brother (half your age) is looking over your shoulder?
And speaking about sex - what happens when the people you want to talk about also read your weblog? You can't be honest. Period.
When I have had a hard day at the office, sometimes I like to relax by watching a balding web god scratch himself and listen to the Chemical Brothers. I plan to have him on screen at all times when I am at work. I think it will soothe me.
Look for the little downward arrow on the left side of glassdog.com. When you click on it, a whole new world of advertising wonder opens up for you. I like the idea of an advertising system like this, an unobtrusive mutual advertising system where good products are rewarded with loyal advertisers and bad products fail. Such is the web...
Hmmm... There's a lamentable shortage of links here today - not much of a web-log. Here are some cool places to go for a couple of minutes: prehensile tales : the finger : maura
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