When I tell people I've started writing a blog, I would like to think that their first question would be, "What's the address of your blog?"
Few friends ever get around to that question. Inevitably their first question is, "What is a blog?" Strangely enough, as often as I have been asked that question, I still don't have an answer. What's worse, I'm not even sure why I produce one, much less why others do it.
All I really know is that when Im not hiking I spend a lot of time on the web, and there are certain pages that I go to more often than not. Now, I still have my home page set to MacCentral, and I still start out by reading some news pages like the Seattle Times and the New York Times, but beyond those I have begun to spend more and more of my time on blogs.
Almost invariably I start out with wood s lot. Sometimes I end up spending the entire session following the links on his page. Now, I know virtually nothing personal about wood (and that doesnt bother me at all), but I do know that his interests and mine must be remarkably similar, though certainly not identical - I have neither the time nor the desire to plow through some of those articles he refers to. I have discovered new interests, though, by following some of those strange links. I'm always amazed, and a little awed with the extent of his links and the kind of in-depth articles he can find on an internet that increasingly seems to be dominated by sheer fluff. And, hey, anyone who links to Leonard Cohen articles is just all right with me.
Strangely enough, the blog I read most often after wood s lot is the journal of a writing man, which is almost diametrically the opposite of wood s lot . It's a personal log with nary a reference or link in it, though it occasionally includes a poem or a pleasant picture of the English countryside. Mostly, though, it is simply a statement of the personal moods of the oldgreypoet, little more than a nice, short visit with an interesting fellow in England. Maybe it fulfills my need for some social interaction on a day when I'm stuck inside talking to a machine, but, for whatever the reason, I find it a pleasant break in the day.
I have never really trusted definitions, and I have certainly never wanted to be "defined" by others, but I suspect that any definition of a blog would have to somehow find a means of including these two sites in its definition.