Dennis Hollingsworth

blogs and art and blogs

There's this funny multiple identity issue in the blogosphere:

Blogger as autobiographer or blogger as pundit or blogger as essayist or blogger as an active agent in the political wars or blogger as poet of ever-ry day or blogger as exhibitionist or blogger as chronicler...

In general, I think people try all the hats on when they blog, and this is surely what makes blogging fantastic. The personal stuff can humanize but it can irritate for it's great potential of narccssicism. This is the "Oh, I went to this restaurant." and "Oh, I have so much work to do..."

Fronting the impersonal virtual anchor-person persona is to ape what we already had in a besotted Dan Rather or a senile Walter Cronkite... and that was them in their prime! Why would we need more of that?

Lately, I've tended to think of a blog as two antithetical expressions:

-blog as a net to catch the peculiar butterlfy-like thoughts and encounters that suffuse our days, the swarm that flutters around the things we make, the work we do.

-blog as an alternate media, as new as those moments immemorial as when a stick first was scratched into a clay plate or ink stained parchment or type bit in a press or the guys at xerox got all GUI.