“No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money.” — Dr. Samuel Johnson
Roger Green replies, sort of:
Some people dismiss those who write without pay as fools. But there are very many well-known folk who blog either for nothing or for PayPal tips. Initially, I blogged to write about the Daughter and Jeopardy! But it was also a sense of addressing my feeling of powerlessness in the midst of a Republican administration engaging in a war of choice that I thought was unjustifiable. I wasn’t sure I would actually write about it, but I COULD.
Now I blog because I pretty much have to. It’s therapy. All the crap going on and I can vent a little. At the same time, I have found it a useful reference tool for my own existence that I’M likely to forget. AND it is my vehicle to have dialogue, in a way Facebook simply cannot be for me. Something I wrote about my grandfather or Spaulding Krullers I can find again.
So can we: on Bing as of Wednesday night, Roger’s got the top search result for Spaulding Krullers. And years and years of poring over search strings have persuaded me that no matter what it is, someone out there is looking for it. As a librarian, Roger knows this:
Moreover, OTHER people find it and comment on them, occasionally years after I wrote the pieces. This gives the exercise a sense of being less ephemeral.
I am astounded by how often my 1997 stuff is unearthed, twenty years after the fact. Sometimes it makes me want to go back and add tags to it, though they won’t at all fit within the current tag structure. (Sometimes I wonder how the current tag structure even survives, given its sheer volume.)
Around the turn of the century, this place cost me about $275 a year to run. It’s since risen to $369, though more than half of that goes for ancillary services. (A quarter of it, for instance, pays for a security team, which will check a couple of times a day for rude malware intrusions, of which I’ve had two so far, and repair any damage within a few hours.) Still, we’re looking at barely a dollar a day for something to keep my otherwise-idle hands busy. Darn well worth it.