Why my blog sucks

I'm not interested in gadgets, political playground conversations, and I don't read Japaneses or Chinese. If what was said in out reading this week that "popularity breeds popularity," one could assert that unobserved blogs breed disregarded blogs. (Thompson, C. (2006). Blogs to Riches. New York Magazine, February 20. 26-35.)
If I learned one thing this from this week's readings, its that I don't blog often enough, or with enough passion. I'm interested, but its not my life. If blogging is the sex god of the Information Age, as is suggested in Naked Conversations, I've got an unhealthy sex life. (Scoble, R. & Israel, S. (2006). Naked Conversations. Hoboken: John Wiley & Sons, pp. 1-62) The question then becomes: Why?

Naked Conversations ends a section by stating "blogging just happens to be fun." Well it depends who you ask. I haven't found my passion for blogging yet, in fact I still sometimes find it irritating. Postings with irregular fonts and formats, no sort of fixed posting schedule, typos and punctuation mistakes (which some see as cute and conversational, I see as unprofessional and immature.) Alas, even as I write this I'm sure this post and every one in this blog has more than one spelling mistakee .)
But beyond the format and content issues, I also have an issue regarding inclusion. I feel like I'm always in search of an introduction. I am linked to blogs with no welcome, and it makes me feel like I'm wandering a cocktail party where I don't know anyone, bouncing around listening to bits of other peoples conversations until I feel awkward enough to up and leave, only to find another conversation to awkwardly intrude myself. This could be because I'm new to the game. It could be because I haven't found my blog topic of choice, or it could be because I haven't interjected and spoken my mind.

I'm no Grant Webster.
Grant and I are very different. I'm northern, he's southern. He's very religious, I'm not. He talks loud, I don't. But despite these differences, and the many others, we became friends a few years ago and keep in touch to this day. Every night, every single night, Grant takes a pen to a notebook and writes for at least an hour, sometimes more. He writes and writes and writes and writes. I asked him about it once and he said "Some people are readers, some are writers." He also said he very rarely goes back and reads this notebooks - he just writes to write.
I started a journal once, ended after about 8 entries. It just wasn't in my nature I suppose. The closest thing I have now is my old emails. They are filed away in chronological and categorical order, and occasionally I'll read some old correspondences and it takes me back to the past. My point is that for some people free writing comes naturally, others it does not. And along time ago I realized I'm the latter.

My iPod headphones broke yesterday, have you heard?
"Nothing great has been and nothing great can be accomplished without passion"-G.W.F. Hegel in Naked Conversations.
What am I passionate about? What am I overtly public about? Is there anything that fits into both categories? If not, should I just blog for the sake of blogging? My headphones broke yesterday. Does that mean their a bad design? No, they lasted over a year and worked fine while I had them. Does that mean there the best design ever? No, I'm sure there are better, maybe even at loser prices and higher quality. But that's how most of my life goes, as expected, on course, on time.
Many days of my life I feel like Groundhog Day, repetitive and predictable. But when I finally buy that ticket and go backpack across New Zealand I'll sure I'll blog...or will I? Does it cheapen the experience, being mentally chained to a keyboard, feeling obligated to brag about your experience to those back home. Or does sharing make it less of your experience? So I went skydiving, who cares? People do it everyday. If I don't think I am a good story teller, why do something mediocre just for the sake of doing it?

So fark them all....
Despite the author's praising of the holy blog, I'm still not drawn in. I'm not even drawn to blogs of those who interest me most (Michel Gondry, Alton Brown, Stephen Colbert). I'm not drawn to read blogs by or about my favorite music artists, I perfectly happy getting there new CD when it comes out, and maybe catching a show or two.
Fark.com is the only blog I read with any regularity. Its simple, entertaining, free, and funny. It also keeps me informed. I read it at work when I'm bored, and can keep my attention for up to an hour. Honestly I don't really notice the advertising on the site, but if it is making someone rich, that's fine with me. Someone out there is working hard on it and deserves to be compensated. I think I would read a blog if it filled a need in my life (like fark cures my boredom), but I can't think of another need which needs fulfillment.

Don't fail me now.
I realize this post contradicts our class assignment entirely. Our ongoing assignment is to create and manage a blog that allows us to express ourselves, create buzz, make contacts and learn new things. I certainly haven't accomplished them all yet, but as we all know failure is one of the best ways to learn, and its never too late to turn things around. While I don't agree with everything that was put forth in this weeks readings, I did find them enlightening, and they have help me come to terms with my talents, deficits, biases and attitudes. This post was written as a reaction to the reading, and my blog experience thus far, a journey that is far from over.