Do you ever think of places on the Internet as places? I never thought about it much before, but if this is my "home" site, where's the den?
Like everyone else on the Internet, I'm still trying to figure out at least a little of what we're all doing here. I enjoy having my own little site, but I'd be hard pressed to summarize the thing for you. Every so often, I get frustrated with my current structure, rip it apart, gather up the broken pages, clean them up, bind them to their own lost links out in hyperspace, and try something new.
Blog: Feed the Monster
Until recently, I thought of this place as a blog.
For many years, I attempted to keep a blog, but a blog is all about quick
posts that must be deep frozen in their particular bracket of the
space-time continuum, preferably sized to the minute. You aren't even
supposed to edit them, really, without using delete tags.
Nor are you encouraged to add second or third thoughts--why would
you? On the off chance that someone will wander through your archives,
rereading old blogs for old times' sake?
Sure, decent software bubbles updated blogs to the top, but readers still have to scroll through your old stuff, and by the time you're scrolling through a blog, you're violating the medium.
In short, a blog really is a 'blog--a web log. A log. You do not playfully tweak a ship's log. You do not go back and revise the CHANGELOG if you think Version 0.05 got insufficient attention. You work on the current version.
Logs make perfect sense for certain projects, like sailing a ship. But I'm not sure they work for me here.
- Time is the focus. You haven't updated your blog!
- Which, looked at backwards, means: If there's nothing new, the old stuff is boring/outdated/consumed.
I'm not the first person to notice that this dynamic easily leads to frequent posts that consist of nothing but keyword-laden links to similar keyword-laden links. C. S. Lewis could easily base a rewrite of The Great Divorce in such a hell.
Not that I mean to trash a good blog. If it works for you, great.
Wiki: Group thought
In stark contrast to the blog stands the wiki. The wiki is
concept-centered. You don't link to /2003/03/8/35/59/52/elephants,
you link to /elephants. If you have a second thought, you edit the
wiki. No one cares.
After years of blogging, discovering the wiki was a draught of champagne. I wandered around the original wiki, and kept thinking, They can start a page about whatever they want. It doesn't have to go into a category. And you can link to it without remembering the exact day you started it. And you're encouraged to edit it whenever you want.
I suppose I could call this den a "personal wiki", but I'd rather not. An essential aspect of the wiki seems to be the group effort. Anyone can edit anything. The more you think about that, the more amazing it gets--until you start reading about, say, the medieval intellectual world, not to mention most tribal cultures. Then we're the ones that start to look odd. Anyhow, odd or not, since I'm the one writing all this, wiki doesn't seem quite right.
The Den: No Pressure
I'm also happy to call this a den because it reminds me that I've finally moved all this away from my front door, and I can relax a bit. Although I've had a separate professional site for years, this is still my main email address, and I still expect editors and other formal visits from time to time. From the beginning, I've had a not-so-creative tension about this place: can I relax and just talk, or need everything need be polished and publishable? The result can be a bit tense and cheery and didactic, like a permanent phone call with a new client.
Yes, life is too short for any of us to be slovenly. But it's also too short to agonize and polish and repolish a piece that's meant more as a conversation. One could argue that we'd both be better off if I shut up and we went to our separate copies of Shakespeare, but if there is a value in this ephemeral sort of conversation, and I think there is, one has to feel free to chat and be done with it, even if one is also labouring mightily to craft more permanent work. We writers don't fret over our face-to-face conversations that aren't worth publishing.
Since I'm not trying to sell anything (except my own books, I suppose), nor hijack the blogosphere, I would like you and me to understand that this is my den, it's where I hang out and shuffle papers and thumb through books and talk to a friend. It's not a chat room or forum, of course, since it's usually just me, but on the other hand, the online journal or diary metaphor doesn't make much sense either. I'm not alone, I'm talking to you, and hoping you'll talk back.
Besides, I do have a journal, and I don't have any intention of tossing it into the Internet. Online journals actually rather frighten me. This is the Internet--everything is in public. I've moved this den away from the front door, but it's not hidden, merely discreet.
Anyhow, there's a long explanation of a short word. Welcome.
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