Every few months, I read something that reminds me I was once an avid blogger.  Chances are, if you see this, you were too.  I don’t think I have a lot of reach with the Pre-Millennials (or Millenials for that matter).  Blogging was the way to actively interact with the internet for quite a few years.  Social media came and now we put all our private thoughts in pseudo-public networks and the blog is dead, except for a handful of stalwarts. Cory Doctorow’s gonna figure out a way to keep posting to Boing Boing after the bombs fall.

I have some nervous energy lately (nothing too serious, just the usual grab bag of slightly net-positive anxieties), as well as a troubling failure to commit fictional prose, so here I am. Blogging again.  Only this time, I’m going to be blogging for an audience of one and try to remind myself that.  I may even write a plugin for WordPress to post a big notice at the top of the editor: “NOBODY WILL READ THIS AND YOU SHOULD WRITE IT ANYWAY.”

If you happen to read this and take some enjoyment from it, fantastic.  Otherwise, this is where I expect I’ll be posting thoughts, articles, and other things that are on my mind, so that they have a place to be besides on my mind.  Maybe, and I say this with a heavy dose of skepticism, this time, it will stick once again.  Maybe I can do this knowing that nobody is reading. Maybe I can perform mental feats with an audience of one.  I’m not going to turn off my social media cross-posting… let’s not get crazy.

Consider it a return to an old fashioned way of thinking out in the open.  Hey, it could be worse.  I could be re-opening my livejournal.

The impetus for this rejuvenation was a post over on Kottke.org, “Why do we forget most of what we read and watch?“