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.

Oh Ezra.

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.

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