Re a life worth blogging, I was arguing this very point recently. A lot of what I write primarily is for me: a lot of it (overlapping but not identical set) isn't really about me, but about books, or cool links, or whatever. The life that matters is not what I do.
I've never been entirely clear in my own mind what my LJ is about; I'm not sure whether I am writing for me or whether it is, not a performance precisely, but an attempt to get in touch, keep in touch with the world, a world, something, and therefore something about me.
But how much about me? Clearly not that much as at times my feelings and thoughts come as a bolt from the blue ... see this week, for example. I am aware I seem to write in a WYSIWYG style, but equally, I know, other people gradually find out, it's not all I am by any means. But I wonder what people make of my life as I report it (and was equally struck by the fact that someone commented that surely, if anything had been wrong, PK would have said, failing to notice that PK rarely if ever writes anything even vaguely personal, and certainly nothing about his home life).
Online society is no substitute, but I think my experience is more positive than yours.
I think so too. I often feel my online presence is useful for people who know me in real life to keep a tab on the fact that I still exist, as fans so often like to do, but many fewer people see it as a means of actively keeping in touch with me. There is no online life behind the posts, no discussions taken to email or anything like that ... for example, in the past five days, I've had about eight personal emails; the rest was work arrangements, and so on. I rarely have much sense that I'm participating in something; when I feel very low, I feel my online writing is akin to writing letters and throwing them out the skylight.
And of course, I am sure that people assume because PK is here, he takes care of everything from providing company to mopping up when I'm upset. Which is true to an extent, but mostly, he isn't actually here. We see each other for a brief period each day, like most couples, and there's a lot to be done in that time.
And then I stop and start all over again, trying to figure it out. Am definitely lacking a sense of community at present but will doubtless rise above it, as always, so pardon the moaning.
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Date: Saturday, January 28th, 2006 07:25 am (UTC)I've never been entirely clear in my own mind what my LJ is about; I'm not sure whether I am writing for me or whether it is, not a performance precisely, but an attempt to get in touch, keep in touch with the world, a world, something, and therefore something about me.
But how much about me? Clearly not that much as at times my feelings and thoughts come as a bolt from the blue ... see this week, for example. I am aware I seem to write in a WYSIWYG style, but equally, I know, other people gradually find out, it's not all I am by any means. But I wonder what people make of my life as I report it (and was equally struck by the fact that someone commented that surely, if anything had been wrong, PK would have said, failing to notice that PK rarely if ever writes anything even vaguely personal, and certainly nothing about his home life).
Online society is no substitute, but I think my experience is more positive than yours.
I think so too. I often feel my online presence is useful for people who know me in real life to keep a tab on the fact that I still exist, as fans so often like to do, but many fewer people see it as a means of actively keeping in touch with me. There is no online life behind the posts, no discussions taken to email or anything like that ... for example, in the past five days, I've had about eight personal emails; the rest was work arrangements, and so on. I rarely have much sense that I'm participating in something; when I feel very low, I feel my online writing is akin to writing letters and throwing them out the skylight.
And of course, I am sure that people assume because PK is here, he takes care of everything from providing company to mopping up when I'm upset. Which is true to an extent, but mostly, he isn't actually here. We see each other for a brief period each day, like most couples, and there's a lot to be done in that time.
And then I stop and start all over again, trying to figure it out. Am definitely lacking a sense of community at present but will doubtless rise above it, as always, so pardon the moaning.