|Rico Suave for sci-fi geeks.|
Lately this fixation has triggered insomnia. I can't sleep. In my mind, I'm revising my latest post. Or commenting on non-existent comments. Or formulating a brilliant new epistle to the world. I've known people who obsess over conversations they had. They come home from a party and wonder the rest of the night if they said too much or too little, or looked or did something stupid. The difference (problem) is that with a blog, your conversation never ends. What you said is out in the interweb ether, and anyone at anytime can stumble upon your words and criticize your every thought. If you looked stupid, you will forever look stupid, unless you purposefully set out to rectify it. I'm still coming to grips with that, and it's keeping me up nights.
In an effort to pull myself together, I thought I could use a little introspection. (At this point I should warn you that I get a little long-winded and possibly vain. I won't hold it against you if you forgo reading the rest of this post as long as you check out a back post that you missed. Anyway, stick around, read on, it'll be fun.)
So join me, won't you, on a trip through the mindscape of Building Castles on the Beach:
Let's talk stats. Just before posting, this is where I stand: In two months, I've written 29 posts, accumulated 1765 pageviews and 160 comments, and 30 people out there have deigned to follow my blog. I honestly don't know how egotistical I might sound. I've read blogs that have 50,000 followers and blogs that have 2. And each of those writers has seemed equally contented with what they were doing. I'm going to content myself by acknowledging that at least a few others have taken pleasure in my writing enough to want to read more.
And so I thank those of you who return, who comment, who maintain the conversation with me. What would happen to my sandcastles in the sand if I didn't have you to hold back the tide?
Pause for a Robin Sparkels interlude:
Blog post roundup: I started this social networking with a critique of my experience as a Facebook novice. Since then, I've come to terms with the ironic lack of intimacy Facebook produces, but I still don't really care what you ate for breakfast.
My second post was written on a whim after watching the Banksy film Exit Through the Gift Shop. I included a commentary on two other documentaries about what makes art art. I know I was just a beginner, but the art post didn't seem to get much love. Originally, like my first post, it was text only, and at some point, I realized that a discussion of art should include some examples of art. I went back and added pictures and links. Still, not much love. A few weeks into all this, I affixed a "Link Within" gadget to the bottom of each post. As soon as I did that, "Three Art Docs" began rising up the pageview ladder. The only explanation I can fathom: people were curious about the British phone box that was bent in half with a pickaxe stuck in its belly. It is a pretty provocative piece of art, but I tend to doubt anyone actually read my post about it; they probably went in for the pictures and left after a quick browse. Nevertheless, that post has since become the third most popular post on this blog. And it's the only post I wrote that still has zero comments.
|This photo alone will attract at least thirteen readers.|
Teaching: In the meantime, I had finished the book The Death and Life of the Great American Education System by Diane Ravitch and felt the need to talk about it with someone, meaning everyone. I planned a series of posts dealing with the education issues in America from a teacher's point of view, but I started with why I teach in the first place. Then I saw Diane Ravitch speak in Denver and wrote a post encapsulating what I heard.
Maybe I'm too late to dinner, or maybe I'm just no authority on the subject, but my views on education didn't seem to catch on until I wrote a review of the movie Waiting for "Superman" pointing out how the movie makes teachers out to be lazy, incompetent, greedy suckers who are against real change in education. A few people posted intriguing comments, but the most tantalizing conversation was on Facebook, where a friend of a friend called me a racist and my wife embarked on a three hour jag defending me and my views while I was out of the house. My one response to the Facebook thread was to say simply that I intended provocation but never racism and requested he comment on my blog. Obviously, he has yet to do so. Due to the controversy of this movie, one assumes, within six days this was the most-viewed post at 87 pageviews, edging out the popular "Back is Best" which prominently features Xander's distended belly button. (Update: The button has since reentered his belly as it should.)
Music Mondays. I've written five posts about the music that influences me, timing it for a Monday publication, just for alliterative amusement. The most fun to write was "Auto-tuned" about how I love driving only because you can sing at the top of your lungs and no one cares. I don't know how many people care about the music I care about, but I get some enjoyable comments from readers and it's something that makes me happy so I'm going to keep doing it.
Right now I'm listening to M83, a great French band with long, droning harmonics mixed with pretty, succinct harmonies. It's as if Stereolab and Air had a love child back in the 80's. Listen along and enjoy.
So, I'll return in a week or ten days with parts two and three of "A Star is Born," a description of what it's like to return to work after so long, and an explanation as to why Doctor Who is the greatest hero the world has ever known. As long as I can figure out what to do at school after Spring Break. Also, I would appreciate if all the other bloggers would also refrain from posting anything new on your own blogs so that I won't have to much to catch up on when I reenter the fray. And don't forget to leave a comment.
P.S. Someone found my blog through the search keywords, "Jetsons sex." Awesomesauce.