My very first blogpost ever: Transitory State

My very first blogpost ever… from 2005.

My sister-in-law set up this blog for me exactly one month ago. She has a beautiful blog called spaazlicious about knitting and spinning. A blog is a good idea, I’ve thought as much for several years, though I’ve been too busy or too lazy to start one. Now I’ve this one, I don’t know what to write.

Hence the title. Transitory State. My SIL asked me what the blog was going to be about when we were on that page where you select a title. I didn’t know, but it was safe to say anything I chose to focus on would be temporary, as will the blog itself. Temporary because for the next few years I will be in many ways filling time, waiting for the next step in my life, experimenting with passing friends, places, jobs, hobbies. Still, I haven’t been able to think of something, passing or not, to write about.

Especially because a blog is not transitory.

You post something, and there it is, indelibly real in virtual space. Even if I delete it, which I suppose one can do, it will have been exposed to instant reading, memorizing, copying and pasting. Like posts on a public forum, it does no good to change your mind, edit or eliminate, because once there, if only for a millisecond, someone can see it. Perhaps no one will, but then, that is never the issue. The possibility of a witness alters the essence.

It’s bad enough to have my computer hooked up to the Internet. I just got a new laptop, with Windows xp, a big step up from my old Windows 98—everything is tied to the greater virtual reality. Register, update, error report… All my software asks for an immediately plug-in to its paterfamilias, its mega-creator on the Web. Threatens collapse if not allowed to update automatically.

I see the reason behind this, I have beta spyware, two firewalls, antivirus, washers, all the standard software set to automatic update and error report. Yes, I understand the greater security, and I cross my fingers something big doesn’t go wrong and destroy my personal computer along with the rest of virtual reality. I do that anyway whenever I back up my writing by storing it in various email accounts. Still, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up every time I think of it all. The vulnerability of interconnectedness.

My other new blogs: Wild Horses and Wild World of  Research