Swimming in dust

The last few days we've been cleaning furiously, venturing where all but the dust bunnies fear to tread, in preparation to get our house on the market. Hopefully I shall emerge unscathed sometime in the next few days, but in the meantime, I record an achoo for posterity.

And my point is...?

Now that I'm 24 hours into my obsession with blogdom, I'd like to pinpoint the purpose of my little spot of blogography.

I've been voraciously devouring other people's blogs and, quite frankly, some of them seem a bit too self-aware -- a bit contrived. For instance, a couple of photographers' blogs seem overtly aimed at customers, and the verbiage strikes me as a bit canned. "Welcome to my blog, everybody! Enjoy your stay! You'll find tons of GREAT stuff here, every single day!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, and here's how to hire me after you've finished absorbing my delightful witticisms!" and the like.

I certainly don't mind if anyone visits my blog (at least, after I get some worthwhile content up). But the point of my blog is not to impress or inform clients, my friends, my peers, or anyone else. It's really just for me. If I want to blather aimlessly, I shall do so with impunity. Blathering aimlessly, after all, is quite underrated.

Blogomania

Mark the calendar. December 26, 2005: the day that Julia Greer succumbed to blogomania.

I resisted. I really did. I hate jumping onto trendy bandwagons, particularly the ones that *I* should have helped to pioneer. Case in point: The great Titanic obsession of -- when? -- 1998 or so. I refused to see the epic motion picture for months, over a year in fact, even though I had been obsessed with the Titanic as a teenager -- had read every book, article, dissertation I could get my hands on. Then suddenly the rest of the world thinks THEY are obsessed with the Titanic? Bah.

Of course, I did finally end up seeing the film. Just as, ultimately, here I am in Blogland. Blogging.