It's early in the evening and I'm still not quite sure what it is that I object to about the whole blogging experiment. Perhaps I'm a little unsure of how the light and easy monologue fits into my own serious approach to all verbalisings. Perhaps I'm reminded of the status networks from primary school when I see all the cross following lists on the websites.
Maybe it's as simple as I'm not sure that when I finally make the time to say something, that I'll have anything much to say.
I find that I prepare little essays in my head. All the time. It's like preparing for an argument, only it's an argument that I know I'll never have. Pretty hard to find someone who wants to sit through my thoughts on the social ethos of the public service, the market failure of motorcycle riding, the challenges of having a meaningful conversation that involves the word 'sustainability', and the importance of correcting errors in Wikipedia. Actually I only know one person who would sit through each and any of these topics, and he's too nice a person to have to suffer through it.
So where do I take the musings from the daily ride to work?
It took me a long time, and more than a few 'gentle' pushes to get to the point of bothering to blog. For starters I'm the most inconsistent of lovers when it comes to this type of effort. Secondly I admit to a very limited form of perfectionism in that I'd rather not, unless I can do it well. Finally I don't have the easy approach to self-revelation that it seems that others do.
In all, I'd rather only write if I can actually say something. And it seems that the blog is not necessarily the best way of doing this. I don't want to diminish my arguments or put them down half-formed. On the other hand, I do want the opportunity to record some of my fleeting thoughts to try to retain some of the internal conversations that I have. So here is my stumbling attempt to capture a few ideas with lossless compression.
