i did it. i killed my sabbatical blog. it's over. it served its purpose. it joins a venerable group of dead blogs. not surprisingly, there's much fetishism on the internet for dead blogs, amongst millions of other particles of minutiae. in the same way that america's fetishism for the automobile created suburban sprawl as well as junkyards , the early-mid 2000's blogger bubble has burst to create a vast blog graveyard.
note to someone [else]: find the number of dead blogs, the hits they get and the energy needed to power the servers. calculate the cost per year.
when faced with a medium [the web] so voracious for 'content', the amateur [myself, in this case] is overwhelmed by the futile attempt to satiate an insatiable beast. how can any of us, but the most talented, focused, stubborn, dedicated [or combination thereof] keep up?
how i love the postmodern idea that 'everyone is an artist'...and that the time [technology] has finally come for all of us [artists] to communicate with each other in [the language of] video and multimedia; mixing and remixing oursevles into endless bliss. blogging seems, to me, to be the text-based version of this 'sampling', 'remixing', collage concept of art. funny that 'wiki' when said [especially in repetition] can resemble that sound of a dj scratching on vinyl...
is the future of employment just to stay 'connected'? if so, what a twist on mcluhan's 'global villiage' idea! 'connectedness' seems to have almost literal currency----ask anyone on facebook, where the unit of exchange/value is the 'friend'. you tube is the 'view'---some are even lucky enough to literally earn their living by such efforts, in this vast web-wide popularity contest, upon whose back rides the advertisers...remember the unit of the 'eyeball', and the greed for them, in the early days of the web? even in a biological way, connectedness has been shown to bolster well-being and even the immune system, while, conversely, disconnectedness seems to foster depression and disipation of human systems [never mind malaise and ennui]. sales-people, matchmakers, middle[wo]men and 'networkers' already live my off-the-cuff, spontaneous thesis...back to the automobile: in new jersey, where the intra-state public transportation is notoriously bad, a car is connectedness.
i know how much it makes me smile to receive well-thought comments [hint, hint....]...my real motivation to do this is to exteriorize my thoughts, maybe experiencing catharsis and connection in the process...perhaps shaping my world...inspiring...
but, first, i need friends....and eyeballs! ;-)
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