I’ve been a bit nostalgic over the last day or so, because I’ve started to get a few hits, and I’ve really started to love blogging. It’s funny, because I’ve been doing it (off and on, I know) for a while now, but I’ve really started to enjoy it. I try to squeeze in every moment in my lunch break, I write before I leave for work in the morning. Not only do I feel the compulsive need to write EVERY day, I feel the need to write MANY times a day.
It’s funny, because a year ago, I was only casually acquainted with the art of blogging. Sure, I’d had blogs. But the notion of a blog as a running commentary, as a kind of media outlet of its own, was entirely foreign to me. I imagined a blog was like an online diary, that you wrote it, at length, occasionally.
Then I started avidly following Barack Obama.
The story of how I came to support Obama is long, and the subject of a later post, but suffice to say I was an avid supporter when “Barack Obama Antichrist” yielded less than 100 hits on Google. (I was curious, because I figured the crazies would assume he was it. Now, it yields close to a million hits). Anyway, I was an Obama supporter when everyone assumed Hillary would get the nomination. Then Andrew Sullivan wrote an article in The Atlantic called “Goodbye to All That: Why Obama Matters”. I bought a copy of the magazine when I was in the US on holidays over the summer (their winter). I googled Andrew Sullivan. I found his blog and started reading daily.
Sullivan is unique in the interwebs. He blogs, but he also blogs a prodigious amount. Often, one day away from my RSS Reader will yield 30-40 unread Sullivan posts. Occasionally, he linked to this guy named Ezra Klein.
I’ve posted a million times about Ezra, and I’m liable to post a million more. In reading his blog, I found a writer who wrote with a voice I could understand about issues I cared about. Not only could I understand his voice, but I could relate to it. He writes with an immediacy I understand, a generational perspective I utterly embody (being mere days apart in age), and a political perspective I wholeheartedly embrace. And, on top of that, he blogs about food in his spare time. Oh, if ever a blogger were made to be what I wished a blogger to be, it was Ezra.
And so I began. I started a blog. I ignored it. I paid slight attention. I ignored it. As things happened and life happened, the place of my blog waxed and waned. Then, mere weeks ago, I got it, and my blog became something it never was before.
And now, well, I think of my blog often. It is not merely a repository of thoughts, but an online identity and a part of me. Pathetic? Possibly. Real? Certainly.