Monday, November 12, 2007

Editors Note

QUESTION
What is a blog?
Someone once said it was a mirror for one's ego. Some use it as a forum to discuss specific topics. Some use it to host porn links. Me? I have always thought it would be a colourful magazine for my life - for those to read who I don't very often see. A means of staying connected.
Instead I have made the mistake of using as a diary. My own intimate, personal ramblings. And it only seems to truly connect me when I post photos of my semi naked bod.. So for regular readers who may have noticed I have started to lose the perky edge of daily observation I had once hoped this Blog would provide for me, this is me confessing I have lost my purpose.
Recently it has become the school notice board for some of my more confusing streams of thought. Indeed what many have referred to as riddles. The whole experience has made me wonder if I actually want to continue writing this blog. After all it's not a 100% accurate, for much of what I want to really say, I for whatever reason choose not too. In fact I guess because I know the majority of my readers I have had to make an effort to dilute my true thoughts.
Conversely I have also used it as a means to tell people things I have been unable to say out loud. I suspect this is neither healthy or constructive.
The question I am now asking myself is do I wish to continue diluting my entries? If I can live with that then fine. If not, I may decide to set up somewhere else and really put into words the ones I cannot utter here. Yes the online Karoona diary. The one with out hesitation!
Here will then remain a mixture of photo, gibberish and general media feedback. Oh yes and many football related anecdotes.
Perhaps I also wish I had more to say. More to share. Truth is I do not.
With the 2nd b-d of blog approaching I am deeply considering 'Assume Nothing's' future...Thoughts on a postcard.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

go visual, karoona.

or competely objective - we do not want to know what is in your head - give us your dry cold eye on life.