It's always strange when someone from an entire different sphere of your life - the one that does not include Internet - says
"I enjoy your personal web site!"
Hi, Tom.
It never gets less strange. There's a certain blindness you adopt when putting things out on the Web - my main philosophy is "put it up, forget about it," but when someone from, say, work, says "Your site is so cute!" I go scrambling around my site to see what's up, what they saw, if I ever said anything bad about them. I reread my archives like a total dork, as if it changed in my sleep. And then there's the doubt: Should I have a blog, am I revealing too much, am I violating someone's confidentiality, is someone going to torture me in 40 years for something I put on the Web when I was 24?
Put it up, forget about it.
I used to have that mentality with my college column. I couldn't read it in the paper until three days after publication - the idea was horrifying. At least then I couldn't do anything about it. If the newspaper existed in a password-protective electronic environment, I wonder if I would have been able to leave things be.
In other news, I had a day off today that turned out to be one of the busiest of my life, because nothing ever happens except when it's your day off. And the reason I took the day - to work on some of my non-work work - was obliterated, so I spent the night doing nothing. A very productive day off.
That, however, is better than last week, when there was a large water main break which spewed mud all over a Staten Island street, and I was covering it. I got really into my assignment, you might say. Really into it. I lost a shoe. I washed out my socks and pants at a nearby veterinary practice. Ah, the glamour of journalism.
The sleep has been scarce and the productivity low and now I'm blogging - oh, that'll help get everything done. Sure.
Tomorrow I'm covering for someone's shift so that I can have Sunday off, because there are christenings and things in my family to which I must attend this weekend. I think christenings should be small, private, immediate family affairs, in the interest of honoring the quiet spirit of Christianity - or just letting me have a day off!
Hi, Tom.
It never gets less strange. There's a certain blindness you adopt when putting things out on the Web - my main philosophy is "put it up, forget about it," but when someone from, say, work, says "Your site is so cute!" I go scrambling around my site to see what's up, what they saw, if I ever said anything bad about them. I reread my archives like a total dork, as if it changed in my sleep. And then there's the doubt: Should I have a blog, am I revealing too much, am I violating someone's confidentiality, is someone going to torture me in 40 years for something I put on the Web when I was 24?
Put it up, forget about it.
I used to have that mentality with my college column. I couldn't read it in the paper until three days after publication - the idea was horrifying. At least then I couldn't do anything about it. If the newspaper existed in a password-protective electronic environment, I wonder if I would have been able to leave things be.
In other news, I had a day off today that turned out to be one of the busiest of my life, because nothing ever happens except when it's your day off. And the reason I took the day - to work on some of my non-work work - was obliterated, so I spent the night doing nothing. A very productive day off.
That, however, is better than last week, when there was a large water main break which spewed mud all over a Staten Island street, and I was covering it. I got really into my assignment, you might say. Really into it. I lost a shoe. I washed out my socks and pants at a nearby veterinary practice. Ah, the glamour of journalism.
The sleep has been scarce and the productivity low and now I'm blogging - oh, that'll help get everything done. Sure.
Tomorrow I'm covering for someone's shift so that I can have Sunday off, because there are christenings and things in my family to which I must attend this weekend. I think christenings should be small, private, immediate family affairs, in the interest of honoring the quiet spirit of Christianity - or just letting me have a day off!
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