Exposing friends and family to the world, skin bones and all, either surreptitiously such as Mrs. Pyg's blog, or blatently (such as the blog thumbscrews, discussing her Plan B in terms of marriage and philandering) . Fact or fiction, truth or lie? Or continuing autobiographies by nobodies? When everyone has something to say, will saying it become less meaningful? Just a modern form of looking at (lost) time? New eyes/ways to see? Or just a lot of something in nothingness? Or new social constructs for friendships?
Life being lived with a special lense... is this experience food for thought or fodder for the blogger? Private or public? Is the moment changed when cameras are around and the event becomes less in the "here and now" and more as something to document? When a journalist covers an event as an assignment, it is viewed through a different lense - in light of what the editor wants and what the audience will be interested in reading. Most children today automatically become performers and poseurs in front of a camera and many elders are not quite sure how to act or "be" in front of the spotlight.
Today's experience is tomorrow's blather, refracted. Here and now, there and then. Tomorrow blends
with today in the living of it. The physics of time. The art of the
sublime. The power of the pen to realign. I write, therefore I am. (Decartes and a new Enlightenment?) I think, therefore I create, smell and remember. Blogging (and other web 2.0 social media) are the most intriguing and socially disruptive new media phenomenon since Johann Gutenberg invented the printing press in 1447. Really. What does it mean that 45.9 million blogs are out there and time spent online and the number of blogs continue to increase? Jamie Dawn calls her blog Mindless Blather. Is it? MotherPie on Mindlessness and Information Overload noted that the blogsphere is 60% bigger than it was three years ago. Everyone can now write the equivalent of a Proustian feat (his was 3, 500 pages and 7 volumes...) but who will read it? Prattle, or the integral writing of the soul? Orgies of the selves?
Reality remade, reinterpreted, reframed. My husband is so wonderful. My children are angels. Or are they? What is the truthiness of life and the living of it? My children rarely check out this MotherPie site. My husband is a regular reader. Empty nest is coming, I'm in a city with few friends yet, a husband whose working hours are horrific and I find myself writing about motherhood on this blog, vacationing mostly without him, caring for children who become saucy and sassy as late teenagers and thinking of my identity and how and what to write on this blog. I put myself *out there* in a poem and my husband's comment makes me think. (?) How much to reveal (vulnerability), how much time to spend on this (and to do it 'right' does take time), building and discovering an audience (when I write about media, based on my interests and studies which take me out of the mother role, media people flee from a site called 'MotherPie' yet my role of mother is diminishing while my mother audience here is building...) Start other blogs for different interests to have tighter niches? Do a thesis on this? Or go in a different direction? Blogging is not my life but it is taking a lot of time. The Viral Garden blog talks about how important it is to be a part of a community (this is a marketing tip blog). Time spent writing, time spent researching, time spent on other blogs reading ("lurking") and commenting. Time spent learning the rules.
Virtual friendships. How real are they? (Antique Mommy left her son for the first time to go meet her blog buddy friends in another city.) Linked relationships online? Virtual conversations. Really? Relationships built link-deep, chat-deep, comment-deep, text-deep, email-deep. Blackberry deep. Real deep. Quick, short and snippet-deep. Who face-to-faces when text is rich and talk is cheap and writing is the way to go? Deep thinking, deep sharing. Not for this format? Shallow and short -- the new deep? Already, according to online eyeball statistics, I will lose a majority of my readers' attention by writing past this point if I haven't already (this, in the 312th MotherPie article). A new reader will judge this site in less than 11 seconds. How can you say anything meaningful/relevant in eleven seconds? Every day? A Proustian Questionnaire way of entertaining/being entertained? Memes and play, (with Proustian Moxie) and memory, memory and public moments (or moments made public). Minutia made profound. Je l'ai lu.
Amy Sutherland writes on modern love in the NYTimes about what she learned about love and training her husband from her studies/research into exotic animal training. Reward behavior you like and ignore behavior you don't. Duh. But she does have a point about looking at your spouse (and I would say children, too) as though they were a different species, entirely. Study them. Try to really understand them - what makes them unique, what motivates them; Sutherland gives an example of how elephants are herd animals (so are bloggers, I would contend) and respond to hierarchy. My husband values a good reputation and integrity and relates to the gallantry of medieval barons, lords and knights. Actually he is a Lord. Should I say that? Should I delete his comment, talk to him about it or talk about it here? I heart you, dear and I've said it here. Email me so our relationship can be more private? Blackberry love is not real (both love for a Blackberry and love shown through one). Is it?
I like these illustrations by T. Marie Nolan as they reference the power of exposure and narrative. Anyone can now produce content and put it out to the public - in fact, the whole world. Think of MySpace. Transparency, trust, ethics and two-way relationships make information and content production, dissemination and consumption disruptive and chaotic. Everything is shifting as controllers, mediators, producers and consumers work with tech and content. Blogs. Blogs are Stupid is the title of a blog and a domain site. Are they? Another blog, also named Blogs are Stupid, claims to write about "random crap." Google "blogs are stupid" and get over 44 million links. Is this a new form of reality life? Just play, not real? Blogrolling and friends. IzzyMom talks about it in her post, The Politics of Blogging. Mommy blogging is a game, Martinis for Milk writes. Just something to play? Entertainment?
The blogger Dooce got fired from her job for writing about it on her blog. She doesn't do comments or blogrolls now on her blog and claims that it economically supports her so she doesn't have to work anymore and can say whatever she wants. The blogger Hoss, 72, has his "formula" down pat and a stable group of online friends. Some blogs make for interesting and fascinating reading. Will we become more literate? Less self-censoring? Does my family worry about what I might write as I worry about what I write/email to my mother (she's likely to forward it to all her friends)? Where are the boundaries for bloggers? (MotherPie's post on No Boundaries for Virtual Youth noted the shift with kids). What will happen when the money follows the eyeballs? Studying blogs and new media is one thing. Blogging in order to learn is another.
What does all of this mean? Where will it lead? We are all naked in the new world and playing with our identities (very postmodern). We are naked and exposed through data-mining. (Just writing *naked* will bring skuzzbos to this site who google *naked* girls). Will there be no boundaries anywhere? What is an exposed and refracted life? This is more than scrapbooking and old fashioned book autobiographies and journals and letters filed away. If I can mark a time of the shift of autobiographies by nobodies, it would be Mary Karr's book, The Liar's Club. (Or a we're just in a resurrection introspective mode with new media frameworks a la Marcel Proust). MotherPie's post on Online Driveling Diaries noted the process of looking at blogs as relevant or irrelevant.
Perhaps I'll go back and edit my so-revealing poem to contain the words "Wife Me". Then write more about the mommy wars and career moms versus stay-at-home moms and my role as wife and mother. And please my audience? The Happy Housewife. What are we doing? Esoteric? Existential? A philosophical perfidy, nefarious or beneficial narcissim, secrets of truth and beauty half-sensed or something truly profound? (On Proust and profundity, revert to French and read this, then think about blogs.) The translation is culturally relevant. Vivre dans un monde ouvert.
What am I doing? I have other things to do. I do.
Artist information for illustrations: Flickr images: resurrection, (top left), lucky lotto angel (right) by T. Marie Nolan, an artist living in Missouri who defines herself as an "outsider folk artist." You can check out her work at Hoodoo Mo Gallery. Her work sells on e-bay under the seller "Metrolux6." Her work is not stupid. It is great. I think.