I’m still a rookie at this Blogging thing; and while I consider myself to be quite well versed in various Operating Systems, Computers, and Peripherals…I must confess that I really have NO IDEA what the Blogisphere (just where is that anyway…below or above the Ionisphere?) requires of its participants. I just thought it was reader and writer and you happened across a blog somewhere in your travels, bookmarked it or RSS subscribed to it and moved on…repeat process. That works fine, but if you’re a writer you need readers.
The lovely Swineprincess (one of the regular readers and commenters on this site) once said to me that writers are the most unique of artists, because unlike any other musician or sculptor or artist who can simply create and does not need an audience…a writer NEEDS an audience in order for their art to be complete. A truer statement has never been written. After all, if I wanted NOT to be read, I would have started off an entry with the words “Dear Diary…” and put it in a little book under lock and key (or triple encrypted and on a word processing program in the Modern Age). The point is, writers are BEGGING to be heard, read, loved, and hugged. We also don’t mind getting our lights punched out from time to time. All we want is one lone person at the corner of the planet somewhere to say, “You know…that was cool” and complete the artistic circle. It’s even better when they tell you about it, because you now KNOW there is actually someone is Bulgaria who likes what you wrote about your kitchen (or in my case, lack of it…to be continued). One of the way Bloggers (and I am forced to admit, I have definitely become one even though I detest labels…I’m a Blogger, for sure and no doubt about it) see what’s happening on their site and who is visiting and who is referring is the statistics page. I actually wrote a post a few months ago about some of my stats and what surprised me.
One thing I noticed one day last week, I had 70 hits above and beyond my normal readership (which is a trade secret…so don’t ask). I thought what I wrote for that particular day was a good read, but certainly not worth an extra 70 hits. Was it something in my own writing I wasn’t seeing that someone else was? Was it a mistake? Did 70 people suddenly stumble on to my blog out of thin air? Actually, in a manner of speaking…they did, thanks to a very cool Blogging tool called Alpha Inventions. It’s not a program that will take over your computer and steal your first born child, and it won’t automatically find out what porno you’ve been looking at that you don’t want your spouse to know about. It also won’t raid your bank account and you suddenly discover later on in the day you now own 1,000 futures on pork bellies. It is a website, and something that is absolutely brilliant in its concept. After doing a little poking around the site, I discovered that its creator had written an algorithm that tracked various blogs across the Internet as they were published IN REAL TIME (see…it just goes to show you that NOTHING is coincidental in the Universe!). Folks could go here and see the latest and greatest from the Blogisphere and go to sites that they never would have otherwise. There are sites from all over the world, including that guy in Bulgaria who loved reading about your kitchen; and now you can read about his bathroom renovation.
Last night because of Alpha Inventions, I came across a very cool blog called A Different Kind Of Blog; different in the fact that they have a VERY diverse bunch of writers over there (good ones too!) with VERY different personal points of view on pretty much every topic you can think of. Politics and the Human Condition are a staple there (as they are here) and unlike the folks I wrote about last night’s post, these good people are very Smart People who put a lot of thought into their writing and there’s always something to be learned from everyone there no matter the point of view. Oh, and you can actually have an intelligent and considerate debate over there too if you disagree with a point of view…something that is very rare in these days of soundbites and one way news channels. I just love coming across sites with intelligent and thoughtful posts and insight, and these guys kept me up until the wee hours enjoying their varying posts on just about everything. Great stuff…by all means, go on over and check out their work.
In some way, I’ve just completed a circle for a bunch of writers (myself included) who now may have an audience to read their work and thus complete the artistic cycle so necessary for a writer. Hopefully, from this small seed, many trees will grow from a few sites to many…perhaps even to yours as a result. Just continue to pingback and trackback with each other if you like what someone has to say, and sooner or later by your “paying it forward”, it will come back to you. As more sites become known to me and I if I think they’re pretty cool, I’ll certainly post those sites as well and eventually add them to my Blog Roll or Sites I Frequent links.
And speaking of “backs”…it feels like snow or rain today, because the little weather guy I have between L4 and L5 is telling me there’s a very good chance of precipitation. Needless to say, I’m in a bit of pain (well…quite a bit) and because I have nowhere to take the kids today, I can at least take a painkiller. Trust me, the last thing you want to do is get in a car after taking some of this stuff…and if you are taking anything like this, don’t even think of doing it. While you absolutely positively KNOW when you are impaired because of alcohol (or other illegal and sundry substances), this stuff is VERY deceiving. You think you’re fine, but you’re not…so just consider yourself impaired and give the car keys to the spouse. Don’t drug (legally) and drive! This has been a public service announcement.
I’ll be back later on this evening with more commentary on something. In the meantime, check those links out (and the other ones I have posted on my site too).
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes” – Marcel Proust