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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I dreamt about my blog

Blogs. What thieves of time! What displays of vanity for “hard-hitting” misogynists, endless Bridgette Jones-type scribbling, wannabe punditry, ineffectual artists, virtual circles of non-existent friends! Links to like-minded bloggers, links to “cool” pages, links to others that link to the same thing! Where the banal is celebrated and glorified, where your opinions are re-enforced, where the semblance of popularity exists with the amount of commentary you receive!

Yesterday I dreamt about my blog. I dreamt of posts and reposts. I woke up and checked my blog to make sure they weren’t really there. Now I’m dreaming I really had a life.