Before I started blogging, I guess I had this idea -- don't laugh -- that blogging would be more, well, social. In retrospect this is funny. I mean, duh. Me publishing something, alone in my house (actually "alone in my house" is a rare luxury, but you know what I mean), with no idea if or when any stranger might be reading it = not social. But in fairness to myself, I was coming from my background of reading blogs, that activity where you're looking in on other's lives and reading their thoughts, and that does feel kind of social. And there is a moment when, as a blogger, the experience can turn into a social one: the moment when someone leaves a comment.
"Houston, we have contact."
I get some statistical reports on my blog through Google Analytics. The other day I figured out that there are around 260 people who have visited more than 9 times, which kind of blew my mind, even if it's a tiny number in blogospherical terms, because: who are you? What is your favorite color? Do you like cheese?
A couple of times I've had the experience of running into an acquaintance who I didn't know had ever been to my blog but who makes an insider reference to something they read here.* And I'm like, wow, all this time that person knew that about my life and I didn't know that person knew that about my life. It's kind of a bizarre experience to me not to know who knows and who doesn't. How do I keep track? If I start telling this story to this friend or family member, will she have already
heard read it?
So I'm requesting that from now on you will please leave your initials in the comments field after every post you read. With a link to your full life story.
Just kidding again. I know some people feel there's something shifty about "lurking" on someone's blog without revealing yourself -- and maybe that's becoming more true with the huge explosion of friends-and-family type blogs -- but I've never been of that mind. I always figured that was exactly what I'd be signing up for if I decided to publish myself on the internet.
OK, is it just me, or have I now used the word "blog" enough times to reach that critical mass where a word takes on a life of its own and becomes a strange jumble of sound divorced from meaning? I'll take that as a cue to end my metabloggy rambling, after this quick summary of what I've written so far:
Blah blah blah BLOG blah blah BLOG blah blah blah blah blah BLOG.
Blog. Bloggitty-blog, blog, blog.
*One friend I hadn't seen in a while greeted me with, "You're sarcastic. I didn't know that about you. I am too."