When first hearing that the larger portion of my mark for Theatre Studies would be made up of blogs, I was surprised, that is until I remember my severe technological impairment! I was mildly excited about starting my own blog - having never done one before - until this morning when the newly installed wireless connection in my house would work for everyone except me. Hah!
When in a pinch - like Murphy’s Law - if something can go wrong with my computer, cell phone, printer, iPod or alarm clock, it will. However, once getting past my own technological speed bump I found it remarkably easy, almost too easy to set up my blog. An e-mail address, a password, check-check, "I accept" and tadaaa, everyone online could read my online journal if they wanted to. No names required.
Keeping a diary is something I have loved doing since I could barely write, but somewhere along the way lost the habit. Today there seems to be a whole new idea behind blogging. When I was little you would never dare let anyone lay eyes on your journal, or there would be nothing but pointing, laughing and teasing to come. But today it seems that the purpose of a blog is that others can read your entries, and you can share your thoughts on whatever the hell you want. Other people can even comment on your entries. I don't think I would have wanted people reading and commenting on my diary as a 9 year old.
Today I am much less concerned with the fact that people could read my blog - nothing I wouldn't want people to hear. However, it is still strange for me how easy it is to "put yourself out there" on the internet, whether it be Facebook or MySpace. It’s like broadcasting your thoughts to billions of people around the world. I have never read anyone else’s blog, and right now I don't feel compelled to. But at the same time I think it is intriguing that people could read mine if they wish.
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