I have never wanted to be a blogger. To be honest, I find it to be a very egotistical habit. The presumption that your thoughts are special enough to merit others’ attention feels very self-centered and self-important, and I’ve never felt the need to share my personal diary with the world. (Not to mention the fact that any guy who wants to ask me out can first google me and discover my innermost secrets without even having to ask for my number.)
However, it’s 2013, and times they are a’changin’. I’ve resolved to keep a weekly blog for the following reasons:
- Unlike food, water, shelter, or any of the other necessities of life, thoughts don’t diminish by being shared. Thoughts are limitless, and can only grow and develop when they’re allowed to interact with more participants. So let’s share! Please feel free to comment on any of my posts, or email me at email@example.com if you’d prefer to have a less public conversation.
- I tend to be rather resistant to technology, and it’s about time that I embrace the changing world. One of my goals for this year is to become more technologically savvy, and what better way to do that than by creating and maintaining my own website?
- If I could work anywhere in the world, I think I’d work for Ted Talks. But to apply to one of their internships, they ask if you keep a blog or regularly publish your writing in other sources. So instead of applying to intern for Ted now, I’ll keep a blog for a year, then apply.
- I have horrible insomnia, and usually spend hours lying wide-awake in bed every night. So I might as well make use of my time. One of my high school teachers had a term for papers written the night before the due date: “One night stand essays”. He chose this term because they were written with passion, but you’re afraid to look at them the next morning. So think of this blog a series of one-night stand essays, and hopefully if you like it, it will turn into something more and you’ll come back for seconds.
With that in mind, here are a few notes:
- Unless stated otherwise, all of the photography that I publish on this blog is my own work. (Don’t give me too much credit – I’m not a special photographer in the slightest, I’ve just been lucky enough to see some really beautiful things.) If you like a particular photo, feel free to email me and I’ll tell you its story.
- I still have mixed feelings on the whole publicity thing, so I’ve chosen not to publish my real name here. My friends and family reading this blog should know who I am, and if you’re a normal person and you’re curious to learn more about me for reasons that are totally not creepy, then feel free to email me and ask, and I’ll likely open up. However, to unveil one basic layer of mystery, I will tell you this: I am old enough to drink in the United States, but too young to rent a car. Despite living in Seattle, I do fit into the possibly outdated, categorically dichotomous gender labeling system (translation: I’m a girl).
- I know it’s not trendy, but I’m a bit old-fashioned, and I’ve chosen to reserve nudity for select situations involving only myself and one partner, and usually with the lights out. So while I am excited to share my thoughts via this blog, I can’t promise that I’ll share them all. Think of it as me keeping my lingerie on over my innermost thoughts. A woman has to maintain some level of mystery, right? So all of these posts are expressions of my thoughts (at least to the extent that one can claim ownership over one’s neural pathways that have been fired after receiving inspiration from an outside source), but I also reserve the right to keep a few things to myself. However, if you have questions or would like to continue the conversation, I’m sure you’ve gathered by now that I’m available by email.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to my tree fall in the woods. I hope that my posts are able to add a layer of dimension and nuance to your thinking, just as the artists, authors, friends, teachers, and thinkers whom I know I’ll be quoting often have added layers of dimension to my thinking and experiences.