Preblog
I love reading other people's blogs.
Years ago, a friend raved to me about her feminist history class, in which they focused on the everyday lives of women way back in the day. "I love that," she said. "The nitty gritty: what were their lives like, what did they do with their time, what did they do all day." I smiled and nodded and thought to myself, ewwww, that sounds dull as rocks. What I want to know is what they were thinking.
And through blogs, that's what I find out: what people are thinking.
And in this blog, I'm going to find out what I'm thinking myself. This is where I'm going to write about everything I can't talk about: life after really bad stuff happens. Living broke among oceans of tech money. My bleeding, gasping, marriage. Getting older. Religion. And the good things as well: my kids, my sister, my friends, good food, my job. And my reactions to other people's blogs. And probably I'll slip and do some annoying self-improvement entries about how I'm going to save money and work out more, which I'll delete after I've bored myself into a stupor.
Years ago, a friend raved to me about her feminist history class, in which they focused on the everyday lives of women way back in the day. "I love that," she said. "The nitty gritty: what were their lives like, what did they do with their time, what did they do all day." I smiled and nodded and thought to myself, ewwww, that sounds dull as rocks. What I want to know is what they were thinking.
And through blogs, that's what I find out: what people are thinking.
And in this blog, I'm going to find out what I'm thinking myself. This is where I'm going to write about everything I can't talk about: life after really bad stuff happens. Living broke among oceans of tech money. My bleeding, gasping, marriage. Getting older. Religion. And the good things as well: my kids, my sister, my friends, good food, my job. And my reactions to other people's blogs. And probably I'll slip and do some annoying self-improvement entries about how I'm going to save money and work out more, which I'll delete after I've bored myself into a stupor.

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