Everyone doesn't have a blog, it just looks that way.
Which brings to mind two questions: Why? And are there really a lot of people out there who care?
The answer to the second question is probably not, but we shouldn't disillusion all those blogmasters who truly believe their every word is enthralling. The answer to the first question is probably arrogance.
So, why am I, a humble child of a simpler age, writing a blog?
I'm told it's the new century's way of networking.
In my day, networking meant attending conferences that included interminable cocktail parties featuring watered-down drinks in overheated rooms, standing for hours in stilettos juggling the drink, a clutch bag and a portfolio full of resumes. Imagine, networking in comfortable shoes without breathing shrimp-gin-garlic breath from a bald, rotund man in a tweed suit and sweater-vest. Who knew?
As for why news anchor-folks choose to blog, I have no idea. Their faces are already too visible. I mean, does Wolf Blitzer sleep?
Familiarity may breed, but it also breeds boredom. Does David Gregory really think we care what he was doing at 8:43 last Sunday? I certainly hope not.
Let me know if I ever get that boring.
28 February 2009
27 February 2009
20/40 Hindsight
For years I wrote a column for a newspaper in Hackettstown.
While it had a certain political base, Miscellany, as the name implies, covered a wide range of topics that reflected notable issues of the day -- ok, I often wrote about my wonderful veterinarian, the challenges of buying a house and, eventually, my kids. I had eight real fans, well, seven when one of them went to jail. . .
Later, I wrote a humor column which was, at least on occasion, actually funny. Not Dave Barry funny, but cute and quirky. Ok, sometimes Dave Barry funny. Sometimes even Molly Ivins funny.
So, what did I do? Took a job with a company that discouraged first person writing. I should have known. There are lots of things I should have known but probably don't, hence the title of this blog.
Now, I'm in a position to write a column again. The only downside is there is no one to pay for it. Hence the blog.
Once I got past the fact that the word "blog" sounds like the lowest note played on a bagpipe, I decided to try my hand. After all, besides job hunting, cleaning my house and letting the dogs in and out (and in and out and in and out) what can you do all day while unemployed? Watch reruns of TV shows you wouldn't watch in prime time? It's a bit of a downer to hear the cast make fun of Mark Harmon's age when he's the same age I am! (Barely middle aged, barely.)
I haven't set a schedule for the blog. I decided to call it Raking Muck in the Third Millennium to give myself plenty of room to exercise my investigative skills, not to mention my sarcasm.
Stay tuned.
While it had a certain political base, Miscellany, as the name implies, covered a wide range of topics that reflected notable issues of the day -- ok, I often wrote about my wonderful veterinarian, the challenges of buying a house and, eventually, my kids. I had eight real fans, well, seven when one of them went to jail. . .
Later, I wrote a humor column which was, at least on occasion, actually funny. Not Dave Barry funny, but cute and quirky. Ok, sometimes Dave Barry funny. Sometimes even Molly Ivins funny.
So, what did I do? Took a job with a company that discouraged first person writing. I should have known. There are lots of things I should have known but probably don't, hence the title of this blog.
Now, I'm in a position to write a column again. The only downside is there is no one to pay for it. Hence the blog.
Once I got past the fact that the word "blog" sounds like the lowest note played on a bagpipe, I decided to try my hand. After all, besides job hunting, cleaning my house and letting the dogs in and out (and in and out and in and out) what can you do all day while unemployed? Watch reruns of TV shows you wouldn't watch in prime time? It's a bit of a downer to hear the cast make fun of Mark Harmon's age when he's the same age I am! (Barely middle aged, barely.)
I haven't set a schedule for the blog. I decided to call it Raking Muck in the Third Millennium to give myself plenty of room to exercise my investigative skills, not to mention my sarcasm.
Stay tuned.
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