Week 1 : Blogging

Welcome to the obligatory first post on my blog. And in saying that, I am fully aware that as a first post on one of 14 thousand new blogs created daily in this world, this post has less chance of being read by any other human being than it does becoming the constitution of a newly created nation made entirely of aliens. Whoa, that was a long one. I think I need to sit.

My point is that the creation of blogs has immediately caused a sudden counter-reaction within the culture; the technology that made everyone's voice available to hear has also caused so much noise that the average blogger, loud or not, is lost in the static. Therefore, thanks for tuning your AM dial into me (and to the ppl who get that reference, you're welcome and I'm truly impressed you made it past AOL keyword search).

Regardless, even the mightiest redwood must start from a seed and similarly, even the world's most popular blog must stat with an audience of zero before it blossoms into something worth having the three, maybe four dozen followers that allow it to rule the rest of the blogosphere. Alas, this may be a goal I shall never reach, but a man can still dream.

Blogging, in my opinion (read: the only one that matters in a blog) is the modern day equivalent of a caveman yelling at his cave wall. Yelling not out of necessity, but more out of sport, pretending the cave's echoes were agreeing voices. Part of me wonders how many caveman generations passed before somebody turned to the guy yelling and went, “For Random-Sun-God's sake, Ugg, would you invent the goddamn pencil already! We've got kids trying to sleep and/or pick bugs off of each other!”

And with that, bang, we got what is now called blogging. Granted it was fairly simplistic and easily communicated thoughts, like “This is what food looks like,” or “This is me with a spear looking for food.” But, boiled down, this is what a blog basically is. If you added the occasional racial slur and a link to a twitter account, Ugg's cavewall accounts would be on par with 90% of the blogosphere.

But my point remains. Homosapiens, as a species, like communicating, even if (actually, I've found, especially if) there's no one there to retort. We, as the phrase goes, just like to hear the sound of our own voices. This blog is just that, you are now reading the echo in my cave. And no doubt, by this point, you are wondering what your voice will sound like with an echo. And we're back to the thing I said about static.

It's like the circle of life, but comprised entirely of people who should be out hunting wildebeest instead of listening for an echo. In other words, it's the circle of “should be living”.

But I digress, as I'm currently writing this while on a ferry (also know as a boat, idiot) and I'm fairly sure we just ran over a whale. And for some reason, I'm now hungry.

Francis Brian Shaw.

Thought for the day
Is it just me or does Prime Minister Harper's head remind you of what the heads of the parents on Charlie Brown would look like if the camera panned up?