It’s be gnawing at me for a long time: what is it about blogs that repulses me at some subterranean level? It’s always been there. And it’s not the content. I often find myself glued to the screen following links, checking references for some awesome thing or amazing artist that I’ve just been exposed to through the minimal efforts of some other person who saw it somewhere else first. I love to dig down to the source and find the root of my own awe. Of course, I also follow a few blogs by friends that are 100% original material, as well as professional blogs about experiences int he world of blacksmithing, design, or art education.
It was while reading one of those relics of the past, a real made-from-trees magazine, that I realized what it is that keeps me from checking my favourite blogs every day, or even every week: it’s that I can never finish them. Not even temporarily. With a paper book or magazine, or even a digital periodical, book, or PDF, you eventually get to the end. There is a conclusion, a finale, and an accompanying sense of accomplishment, a sense of having worked through something, gained from it, and come out the other side.
I wonder how the growing Juggernaut of endless media is affecting our psyche. I imagine that this must be what it is like to be in the middle of the ocean… except that at least in the middle of the ocean, there is always the surface. Is this the best way for us to learn? I wonder.