I've mixed feelings about her turning 1. And yes, I've decided on a sex for it. Blogspotty seems too funny a name. But anyway, I started this month with the intention to close this blog and migrate to a new one - perhaps one on TypePad or LiveJournal or something of that sort. But then looking back at some of my posts, and comparing them to the two previous blogs which I still sustain for memories' sake, I can say that my writing style and frame of thought have changed (marginally). And I like keeping track of this development. But that doesn't answer why I want to continue here. Hmmm. Let me distill my thoughts for a bit. Oh yes. I now know why. The reason I wanted to first change blogs is because, increasingly, my posts have been becoming more personal lately. Pretty much like this one where my conscious self steps into what I write and addresses issues confrontationally. My posts here used to be as detached as I can make it to be, but this being a blog; the tendency to "customize" it - to use a blogger vocabulary - is inevitable. I'm not sure still if I'd start a new one. But for now, this will pretty much stay.
Quite surely though, my blog will never be one of great design and musically accompanied for reasons that I love to blog because I love to write. It is true, that customization and personal design asserts the individuality and personality of the author - but for me, I prefer that my words speak for me. They may be uniform fonts of a certain size and shape, but that is not what that will speak. What speaks, I hope, as I pen my thoughts down here is that voice that seeps through them. My voice. My individual assertion. The ebb and flow of my word, my style, my thoughts. Mind you, to have to read these sentences is a privileged peek into my mind.
It's interesting to revisit the question of how a blog can give a person so much confidence in physicalising his or her innermost thoughts and feelings. At least that's what it's turning out to be. People are less afraid to post a blog than to write into a diary. Having given this much thought, I come to a very Freudian conclusion. Perhaps our need to blog is subconscious for the very fact that our subconscious is aware that the words we type here are non-existent. What's interesting about blogs is that they physicalise thoughts - but only to an extent. These thoughts are actually coded in some form of computer language (which I think they call HTML) and they remain so - abstract, almost intangible. The reason why there's so little responsibility and discretion on the computer (and thus online) is the absence of true identity. Anonymity. And the subconscious has captured that.
Oh well - I promised this would be a whiny rant of birthday greetings. And I will not bore you with more speculations - toddles!
Quite surely though, my blog will never be one of great design and musically accompanied for reasons that I love to blog because I love to write. It is true, that customization and personal design asserts the individuality and personality of the author - but for me, I prefer that my words speak for me. They may be uniform fonts of a certain size and shape, but that is not what that will speak. What speaks, I hope, as I pen my thoughts down here is that voice that seeps through them. My voice. My individual assertion. The ebb and flow of my word, my style, my thoughts. Mind you, to have to read these sentences is a privileged peek into my mind.
It's interesting to revisit the question of how a blog can give a person so much confidence in physicalising his or her innermost thoughts and feelings. At least that's what it's turning out to be. People are less afraid to post a blog than to write into a diary. Having given this much thought, I come to a very Freudian conclusion. Perhaps our need to blog is subconscious for the very fact that our subconscious is aware that the words we type here are non-existent. What's interesting about blogs is that they physicalise thoughts - but only to an extent. These thoughts are actually coded in some form of computer language (which I think they call HTML) and they remain so - abstract, almost intangible. The reason why there's so little responsibility and discretion on the computer (and thus online) is the absence of true identity. Anonymity. And the subconscious has captured that.
Oh well - I promised this would be a whiny rant of birthday greetings. And I will not bore you with more speculations - toddles!
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