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To Blog Or Not To Blog
Following on the general anxiety of my friends and I that I enumerated in my last entry, I had three encounters today with people who think blogging is a bad idea:

1) A colleague of mine, the technology expert mentioned in the entry by Laura I referenced, passed me in the hall and tittered at me, "You have a blog." She then proceeded to interrogate me in the department office, dripping incredulity, about why I would want to something like this. I told her that it was pretty obvious that I wouldn't be making many meaningful friends in my new position and home and am therefore using the blog to reconnect with friends far away with whom I might otherwise lose touch. That's not exactly true, I suppose, but good enough.

2) Another colleague, the guest lecturer in Laura's entry, shouted "You can put it in your blog!" to someone in the hall. The student I was talking to said he was speaking to another student, but I can't be sure, since I didn't witness it. I couldn't help but detect a note of derision.

3) That student in my office then told me how much he dislikes the idea of blogs and said that his two long-distance friends would come back to Tucson and shoot him if he started one.

On the other hand, I talked with Laura, who reaffirmed my sense of why blogging is good.

Better still, I attended a screening of the documentary on Jacques Derrida, organized by the aforementioned guest lecturer, in which the topics of autobiography, privacy, dissembling and, yes, archives were repeatedly broached. I'll write more about the experience tomorrow, if I get a chance, but I do want to note here that I had the bizarre sensation that the entire film was about a culture, our culture, in which blogging appears seductive.

I've never had much use for Derrida, with the exception of his most famous pieces of the 1960s and early 1970s, but the film, dorky as it was at times, inspired me to look more closely at his more "self-indulgent" writings from the 1980s onward. I'm especially keen to check out his Archive Fever.

Mode: unreconstructed
Muse: Cheeseball - Rainer - Nocturnes

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elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: November 7th, 2003 09:05 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I'm writing a comment on the entry below but for here: I remember writing a set of early entries on guilt, confessional modes, wanting for some more than rhetorically populous "you" to want to read this...

First person is slippery. Confession is slippery. Inasmuch as journaling live draws on these and other modes it's at once open/intimate and a rhetorical construction of that to various ends. Yes to seduce and be seduced, and more. I is never innocent--and yet that hardly has to be a bad thing.

As regards Derrida, I haven't read that much but once came across _The Postcard_ in a bookstore. Now whenever and wherever I encounter a copy I give in to this incredible urge to flip through and find this one footnote no more than 20 pages in. Runs something like You are right, of course, doubtless we are several, and I am not as alone as I say I am when the complaint escapes, or when I put everything into seducing you...
kdotdammit From: kdotdammit Date: November 7th, 2003 01:53 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Well hot damn. What a buncha hullaballew. I guess I should be glad I'm not an english professer (e.g. Guest Lecturer (GL) or Technology Expert (TE) or Anxious Junior Faculty (AJF) or whatever)because blogging is great for me. I've been able to totally liberate my creative mind. I feel the best I have since I moved to Tucson. I've reclaimed my old creative self and have been able to remember that, fuck, I like to write. I mean, I really like to write. That's why I love my blog. It gives me a reason to write. And that feels so good godammit.

Yours truly,
Kim Dot Dammit (KDD)

PS: I guess I should be grateful that I'm only curing cancer here and not teaching a bunch of spandex butt-thong clad sorority girls the merits of literature and using their vacant brains. God love them though (because I sure don't -- PAH!!)

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