Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

3,000 posts

In 2002, when I began this weblog, I never thought about its longevity. I just thought it would be fun to have a place to write things down. I did not even understand the idea of a "friends' list" until nacowafer put me on her reading list, causing me to research what this concept meant.

I set myself few rules. I would not post about things I would not want my family or someone unfriendly to me to read. I would not take the liberties with my family members' privacy I was willing to take with my own. I would try to post everything "all public" and not have lots of "locked posts". So far, the only locked posts I have posted are pictures or links that did not work, which I kept private until I could sort them out (and then forgot about them). I would try to post as honestly as possible, and try to show as much of myself as I could while preserving elements of privacy. In the long run, I would just post, and post, and then post again.

This is the three thousandth post I have made to this weblog. As I sit here, I am not sure how many more thousand I will make. I don't ever really worry about it. When the time comes that weblogs are declasse' like a 24 hour dance contest, then I will no doubt have moved on to another thing. I like to think that when this happens, then others whom I have met here will also be similarly migrating, and that only the mode and not the substance will change.

Weblogs are curious things. They teach us so much about other people. At the same time, the difference in experience from "analog" contacts, with the lack of facial expression and intonation and similar nuance-leads to all sorts of unique experiences and misunderstandings. I recall one Summer when a LiveJournal friend and I spoke about how glad we were that our journals lacked the melodrama that then, like cholera, seemed to be sweeping the medium. We literally congratulated ourselves that we would never have similar drama. A few months later, we de-friended each other over an exchange of comments that was almost innocuous. Like so many things during this decade of the 00's, you had to be there.

Do you ever think of how the 2000's are a lot like the 1900's? A world in strife, economic booms and collapses, terrorism, reactionary forces at work, the thrill of technology, the gaping gap between rich and poor. We live in a time of immense change.

I have made great friends here on LiveJournal. I have exchanged great ideas. I have met fascinating people. I have said silly things. I have unintentionally offended a soul or two, and bored many. I have humiliated myself a time or two. I have lost touch with people about whom I care, and kept in touch with people whom I have been delighted to know.

Wired magazineran an article a few months back about how weblogs have already been replaced by instant micro-blog media like Twitter. I think I agree that this has happened or will happen.

Yet I remain at the same hot dog stand, serving my product with a touch of sauerkraut, perfectly content.
I could not imagine my life without my weblog friends in it. I am grateful to each of you--even to those who rarely comment, and even to the soul or two who reads religiously and only with barest infrequency lets me know you are there. I think you for soldiering on through such verbosity.

I promise I am less verbose on Twitter.

I thank you all, and wish I knew you all a bit better, including, in particular you, and you and you. You've made writing 3,000 essays more fun than almost anything.

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