The Sum of Some Parts
Blogging is a strange medium that has great potential for allowing misperceptions and miscommunication to run rampant. To put it bluntly, you may not really know me if you only read my blog.
To that I would also add that the things you read in my blog may or may not conflict with the "me" you know from our "real life" relationship.
I ran into this as I began to consider moving back to Lincoln with my family. As I talked about looking forward to being back in our old church, a very good friend worried that this church (i.e. his church) might not be "radical enough" for a guy like me. He and I have been friends for almost a decade now, and while we were in college we were nearly inseperable. We kept in contact throughout my time in St. Louis, mostly by e-mail but also by him reading my blog. Admittedly, I definitely have radical leanings in my politics, religion, and cultural critiques. Yet, my response to him was that he should be careful to not understand who I am (or who I have become) on the content of my blog. He knew who I used to be before I moved to St. Louis, and he also knew part of me based on my blog. But, that part was not (and still isn't) representative of who I really am in total.
I blog as an outlet of sorts. Most often, the things I blog about are the things that really get to me and bug me enough to compel me to write about them. If something isn't particularly interesting to me, it's probably not going to make it into the blog. I like the St. Louis Cardinals, Bluegrass music, and Peanut Butter Panic ice cream, but I will probably never blog about any of those things because they just wouldn't be interesting to write or for anyone to read. But, they are all parts of who I am nonetheless.
So, a friend from afar can get an idea of what really bothers me by reading my blog, but being defined only by what bothers me is hopefully a very limited view of who I am. You can know part of who I am through my blog, but not who I really am as a whole. Continue reading this post »
Life on the road
AMANDA: I need to pee. Pete, do you need to pee?
PETE: Pee in the grass?
A: No… mommy can't pee in the grass. We'll need to stop.
P: I can pee in the grass.
A: I know you can.
P: Dogs can pee in the grass.
A: Yes, yes they can. Mike, I gotta let you go.
-end of conversation-




