6 February 2003
More on bloggage
Neal Pollack, you may remember, tagged all of us in blogdom as "lunatic pamphleteers," a term with lyricism enough to compensate for its barely-veiled sneer. Pollack, of course, has his own blog; people who don't, don't bother with the veil. An example:
[T]hey rant about things that upset them, they swoon over girls/boys they like, they expose their deepest fears and herald their most miraculous events with bold tags and large colored fonts. They evangelize for their favorite computer manufacturers, they list URLs they find interesting, they philosophize on mundane linguistic topics and editorialize on current political issues to, apparently, everyone. Therein lies the catch, of course, for their "audience" is probably, at best, only a couple of pairs of eyeballs and the countless hours they spend at the keyboard typing out their inner thoughts are likely wasted on a couple of readers, whom they will probably never actually meet.
And that was the kindest thing he said.
Jeff Jarvis suggests that it's "a desperate urge to get links from webloggers," and he may be right. Fortunately, whether it's desperate or not, it's at least reasonably amusing. And since I am intimately familiar with the process of trying to be both desperate and amusing, and mindful of the Second Commandment of Blogging well, what the hell, he gets a link.
Posted at 10:36 AM to Blogorrhea
So he's the one who said it, eh? (I saw the mention on another site and didn't want to give him the hit).
But I can see his point. If bloggers "expose their deepest fears and herald their most miraculous events . . . [and] philosophize on mundane linguistic topics and editorialize on current political issues," there'd be fewer readers for him. Too much competition, you see. Best to snark them out of existence.
If nothing else, we've vindicated A. J. Liebling, who observed that freedom of the press was de facto restricted to those who own one. Now you and I and a million other people own one. The competition will do us all some good. And Michael Kelly's opening blast in The Atlantic this month (by which is meant March it's not on their Web site yet), which lists literally dozens of bloggers, mostly cribbed from Glenn Reynolds' blogroll, will only enhance blogdom's claim to being the nation's second opinion.
I remember James Tiptree, Jr. She wrote note because she wanted fame, or money. She simply loved to write. She was upset when she was finally outed, when people found out her real name, and wanted to meet her and interview her.
She loved to write, and she loved the thought that some people were out there was reading her stuff and that it game them pleasure. She said that for her it was like leaving little anonymouse gifts for whoever might find them.
In blogdom I've run across...
Oh hell. I'm gonna write an article on my own site. :-)