Marzo 08, 2002

God, this blogging is such a chore. I'm distracted by everything ( I just had a sexy conversation with Filion). I can't post to it because I don't know what I'm doing. I was originally going to use the I Ching to review bad films and whatnot and post that -- but then I had a fairly mystical run in with the Book of Changes and started to fear its power.

Also, I find the readings too personal to really write about. I didn't even want to make this blog autobiographical. Right now my life is basically two restaurants -- and really, who gives a shit whether my boss yelled at me at work or not?

Then I had a pretty deep experience while practicing guitar. I only started playing at the start of February, and I was playing really well, and then I believed that I received information about the future and collapsed into a mess of tears for twenty full minutes -- I never stopped playing guitar.

So I thought of a blog about that. Then I thought I might use the blog to document my spiritual experiences. Because right after that, I thought of the son of my former boss, and how I had heard him playing guitar, and how great he was, and how I wanted to learn more -- and then, at that very moment, (this was at around 2 a.m.) my former boss called me (drunk, of course) and asked to speak with his son.

At the same time though, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't read about the kind of shit I'd be meaning to write about, so what's the point? And if I wouldn't even want to read it, I may as well not write it. I mean, I could just as easily write "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." in every line of this thing.

Plus, above all else, I really don't spend that much time surfing the internet. I try to, but even D is appaled when he sees me looking for something specific. My search techniques suck, I have no attention span for shit I do find.

Like with that earlier entry. All I did was take the name Saddam Hussein, plug it into google, and link to a couple of the first ten articles that came up. I guess I had heard about that novel.

There's an article in the Sympatico magazine this month about blogs. Blogging is apparently so fucking "cool" now that the supreme arbiter of things cool, Netlife magazine, has a feature about it. I don't think the article is on-line, but there's a list of links from it here .

I went to a few. textism was really good I thought.

I just don't think I have the time to do something good. Now that the site's been bought out, I have all these deadlines.

I've got nothing to blog about. That's what it comes down to. I can blog about the restaurants and shit, but I don't know. I think I need more of a point.

Posted by King at Marzo 08, 2002 02:22 AM

Why don't you just write for yourself and screw the audience. Develop a feel for the blog, then try to serve an audience. You're an amateur. Train yourself.

Posted by: filion on Marzo 8, 2002 12:40 PM .

I guess you're right Filion. My problem is that writing for myself usually means writing extremely personal things. Things I wouldn't want people to read. So why post them? Why not just write them in a private journal? Also, the majority of what I've written in my lifetime has been elaborately constructed fiction. I mean when the bulk of your work is comedy skits -- often in collaboration -- I don't know. Not to worry, I'll figure it out. I appreciate the advice.

Posted by: King on Marzo 8, 2002 02:43 PM .


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