| Mar082008 | Spilling Words |
Looking at the rate of my posting, it seems I still have not had my blogosoup. There are interesting stories out there in the blogging community though, stories that deal with this elusive soup in ways that cause me to strain the metaphor. I’m just going to ramble some more until a good post finally pops out of me.
I’ve seen others run out of soup. Perhaps they are starving or perhaps they’re too busy to eat but I would give my soup to them. I would pack it in a thermos and bring some extra crumbly crackers or croutons. I would wrap myself in a beanie and scarf and brave the long walk to their building. They’d buzz me in, we’d exchange warm greetings and I would watch them drink and be nourished. Then I would have more blogs to read.
Others, think they have had too much soup. They feel like they’ve said too much and shared things that were not meant for the internet to know. But the risk can be worth the reward because while the internet is just a big group of strangers, the ones that share in blogs are weird strangers that write their lives for Google to see. They know all about the self-censorship that looks over their shoulder.
Finally, there are those bloggers that have had others drink up their soup. The censorship that lives outside of your brain. When you’re painfully aware that you have a responsibility about the other people you write about. If you have a bowl and they have a bowl, and they have a straw. (There it is. That’s a straw, you see? You watching?!) And their straw reaches acroooooooss the room and starts to drink your soup. They drink your soup. :(
THEY DRINK IT UP.
| More? |
|
