The purpose might change later on, but for the time being this thing is strictly an act of self-indulgence. Here's a stupid picture just for the hell of it:
Now isn't that satisfying.
So anyhow. I've no delusions about providing a service to others in the form of information or entertainment, nor do I adopt anything like the manic internet marketer mantra that makes any piddling thought on this or that other matter (the closer to David Allen the better) like gold. Coming from my own mouth, for reasons of my character more than anything, I fear that I'd view such things as suspect. I'm much better off leaving it to people who are much better at it than I am.
I used to keep a blog over on livejournal, which I've often been told was interestingly written enough, I think, to serve as entertainment purposes for the prose alone. I've never used this medium as merely a sounding board, though I have nothing against those who do; I simply felt that there was so much that could be done with it, something that fascinates and confuses while paradoxically remaining utterly straight forward. I love writing, so I've recently tended towards something like blog fiction.
I could also blog about my life. Though I fear my life's gotten rather bland of late. And the power of words have a kind of magic that can make anything epic. Should I care more about exhibiting my own life as though it were more interesting than it is?
I anticipate the possibility that it works the other way around: perhaps blogging can in fact function to make one's life more interesting.
Probably what I will end up doing, if indeed I end up doing anything at all, is figuring out my own interests as I go along (they are many and sometimes feel quite mutually exclusive), and just run with them as best I can.
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