Blogs are funny. Not like ha-ha funny. More like, you eye them a bit carefully while pretending to go about your made-up tasks like dusting aunt biddy's favorite vase. Because who has an aunt named biddy? Is her vase some cloudy metaphor for life? Fragile and both glaringly ugly in that tragically beautiful way?
But really. It's easy to get picked up and whirled around on the webby world and lose, well, all sense of reality. It's like any sort of hobby or whatever you put under your likes/passions/obsessions. Because when a friend asks you with real curiosity in her voice, "So what IS a blog?" You realize, is this what it's come to? Is this what it feels like to be a stamp collector, an entomologist?
Any such thing you do is bound to get higher and higher on the "nerd" level, the more you spend time on it. No matter how "cool" the topic is or how interesting the nytimes deems it to be. Nothing wrong with that... I've just been finding it really strange, how subdivided this world is and self-enclosed those little bubbles of links are. Entries remain, as that english teacher gently told you to improve upon, 'on topic.' There are blogs about everything under the sun, ranging from the informative to the entertaining to the waste of space. Small yet huge slices of life: opera, food, books, peace corps, asian people ... the list goes on and on. Kinja, which is a service that aggregates all your favorite pit stops on the net as they are updated, even has editor picks, all separated into neat little categories. It's like you're supposed to be in a comparative lit class and find yourself amongst people talking about imaginary numbers or acetyl-coenzyme A. But don't scientists like to read? Don't indie rockers like math? Can't you enjoy eating AND knitting?
Sigh. It's that sometimes, it's just like eating the same food over and over again. But you stop eating it, and then you start craving Mom's strange fusion of korean and meatloaf. It's beloved trash. The armchair, that dress, that kid (kiiiiiddding) you can't throw away.
And the other kind of blogs, the "here's what I'm up to" or "I can't believe Gary asked Lou Anne out instead of me" or I'm irrevocably changing the English language are only interesting if you know the person, or if you are some sort of anthropologist or it's.... dun dun dun .... well-written.
Some blogs DO have that well-written, if not entertaining, quality. No matter what the subject matter is. Where are they all hanging out? Is there a new food court at the mall that I don't know about?
So that's why I ask you, what are your favorite reads? What are some strange ones you've come across?