August 01, 2002
Well, that was a short good-bye
A scant two weeks ago I bid you all a tearful farewell, and now here I am again, in your face, on your blogrolls (I hope, still), and cluttering up weblogs. com.
Wait, though! Before you dismiss me as yet another weblogging addict (holding up cardboard sign saying 'Links for the hungry! Will blog for food!'), hear me out. Give me a chance. I have excellent reasons for restarting:
PorridgeBoy must be held somewhat accountable, with his dastardly plot to get me to weblog again. I had to give him something to pull that terrible photo of me, and he wasn't interested in sex. Well, with me that is. (Maybe it was the photo -- I really have to get one of those glamour pics...)
Then there was Dave Winer's Why We Blog. There are very few things that could have interested me in returning to weblogging more than reading the following, yesterday:
From there, I want to start an outline about what a weblog is, because there's more to say. Maybe it'll be a three-column table. In column 1, a topic. For example: Fact-checking. In the second column, how centralized journalism does it; and in the third column, how it works in the weblog world. That way, if someone understands how fact-checking works in the print world, they have a basis for understanding how it works when done in the open.
I'm sorry, but this was more than a flesh and blood woman can take. I mean really -- did anyone think I would let something like this slide?
(I wonder if Dave did this deliberately?)
Josh Trevino had a bet with Meryl Yourish over at i330 about how long I would be gone, and I thought I wouldn't disappoint either of them since they seemed to miss me so much.
Hi dears! I'm back! XXOOXXX
My friends, and this time without any preface of 'weblogging'. I've had an extremely patient group of friends in the last month as I've literally bounced over every wall, and twice off the ceiling.
In particular, it was a phone call with a friend tonight that made me realize that the weblog wasn't the root of my problems, and keeping it, or not, wasn't going to make these problems go away. All I was doing was giving up something I really enjoy, and not gaining any peace in return.
(There's a long, complex, and difficult story attached to this, which would only bore all of you. So it's going unsaid.)
Yes, I do need to find a life, and today I went hiking in the woods and I didn't think about weblogging, at all. (Of course, I was very sure there was a bear uncomfortably close and I was hiking by myself, and getting a pretty good adrenaline rush from the whole thing -- but that's a story for another day.)
And, yes, I do need to spend less time weblogging and more time with my professional writing (particularly since I have a tough RDF book deadline). But as Dorothea stated:
Blog however you want, whenever you want, as often or as seldom as you want. Use as much or as little of the technology as you care to. Adhere to common blogging formats or not, as you choose. Watch the big bloggers or not; pay attention to bloglomerations or not. If you feel you need permission to do any of these things, youíve got mine, no questions asked, not least because I donít believe you need it.
Fucking good advice. So I took it.
Posted by Bb at August 01, 2002 02:31 AM
Reason 6 : Substantial cash bribes!
Welcome back, Bb. It would not be possible for me to overstate how happy I am to see you back in the game.
I should say that I still have the photo. I've always wanted to be in the position to blackmail somebody using photos.
I never doubted. That's why I didn't say goodbye in the first place. Nyah.
I am SOOoooo glad to see that that one of the great grrrls is back. Yes! Yes!
Oh happy day! Lovely to see you back Shelley...
If my post brought you back to blogging, that's great. Flame on BB. Dave
Very happy to see you again, naturally. Welcome back!
I laughed, I cried. It was a well constructed post with appropriate blog attributes. It has comments. It has a permalink. It appears in reverse chron order (we assume, since the chronology re-starts when the bird rises from the ashes). Welcome back Shelley! Blog when the spirit moves you. We'll continue to be greatful for your work.
Welcome home. And remember, home is where the heart is (jeez that sounds trite). Okay then, come up and see me sometime... (nah, still flat). Ah, fuck it, Shelley, it's really great to have you back online :).
I hope no one gives you any crap for changing your mind! WB, enjoy yourself, and don't take the important stuff too seriously.
Ah.. now that you've quit and come back you will feel a bit more freedom. Ive quit several times and come back and through this process I've been able to get to the root of "Why I blog" and because of that blogging for me is exactly what I need/want it to be.
Haha. Yesterday I read that post of daves and pictured smoke coming out of your ears ;)
About reason 5: My mind stopped when I got to "sex". Do bloggers get more? get better? Bloggers post regularly? Are permalinks and linkbacks B&D terms? Is all this talk about "community" code for something naughty?
In another month, bb, check back on what you learned from your realspace vacation. Lessons from disconnecting and reconnecting may be a true thing of value. I keep hearing from European colleagues who can't get their holiday fix with fewer than 30 days, not just offline but far from home.
Welcome back, BB. Welcome home.
Thanks, everyone. You are all very cool, and very understanding people.
So, Michael -- think I should move sex up to #1? And Gary, remember that my South African friends are standing by...
Ruzz -- not smoke, but I did experience strong feelings of interest.
Phil, do bloggers get more sex? I wish.
Welcome back :) What's that Godfather quote.... "I tried to stop, but they keep pulling me right back." :)
As to #5, sex, why do you think I blog so little and still get so many links? Shelley, how come you never told me you took your blog down? I guess we had more immediate matters on our uh... minds. But it *is* getting tiresome being the last to know. I do like to blog the occasional scoop, you know. I guess it's the innevitable curse of first in last out.
Ah, gee, Chris. I didn't let you 'scoop' me. Darn. And it probably would have been fun, too.
Needless to say, but last message was from me.