I’ve noticed something a little troubling about the blogging experience.
I was walking along King William Street to join Amy at the Central Market ...
when I realized, in some dark, out of the way place in my mind, that I was blogging my walk to the market. It was a lot like a narration. Small observations about the people, the culture, the Magpies on King William Street (this actually will be a blog subject) were immediately posted to and then deleted from my mental blog. The central problem (and the reason for immediate deletion) was that there simply isn’t that much going on. I don’t necessarily think you need to be subjected to the mundane details of my daily life such as what time I woke up (9:14), what I had for breakfast (mug of latte), where I had it (Scuzzi), or what I’m wearing right now …
If I did, my walk to the Central Market would read like this (actual excerpt)
Crossed Tynte street
Stopped at the light at Archer St
Thought about post-modernism, but only as a joke for the blog
Still stopped at the light at Archer St
Thought about the types of people who make jokes about post-modernism
Still stopped at the light! What the …
No cars … decided to walk across Archer St
Yelled at by an old woman in a walker for not waiting for the green walk symbol
(wait for the LIGHT!!!)
In itself, the narration would probably not be that big a deal. I could simply reframe it as “composing on the run.” However, a bit later I realized I was narrating my narration which was both confusing and tiring and made me wonder why I haven’t taken up drinking more seriously now that I’m in Australia. I don’t think you need to be a psychologist to recognize that this is not what we call a “good sign” in the business.
