I've been thinking about my little corner of the internet lately. Blogs are really weird; posting lots of personal information about your life to the world and wanting people to read it baffles me. For all I know google blogs probably owns all my writing and pictures now, maybe even my soul. For quite some time, I slowly got addicted to reading food blogs (the good ones are like free, unedited, and frequently updated cookbooks), but I had no interest in starting my own. Then it sort of just happened one snowy weekend and was sort of exciting for reasons I can't quite explain.
Most days I do think it's great that there is a "community" of people now sharing information, experiences, and passions. These days connecting with people via the internet is common place, which I still find a little strange. But, when I stop and think about it, I have found most of the jobs I've had through the internet and my car and bikes (thank you craigslist). Technology is quite the conundrum, I don't want to like it, but I'm indebted, reliant, and addicted to it.
Anyhow, despite pondering blogging for a while now, I have yet to come to any profound conclusions. Most of the time it's rewarding, it's also a little embarrassing. Sometimes I read old posts, turn red and wonder what I was thinking. Also, ever since I started this blog I have noticed that my mom doesn't call me as much (no hard feelings mom!).
After all that babble, I guess I will keep sending personal information into cyberspace despite my sporadic misgivings.