About blogs

I am thinking, I must be very self-centred to have a blog. In some way, to have a blog means that I think that what I say people find interesting or at least they find a reason to read. And definitely, it means that I like reading my own words. Judging from the number of blogs that exist 'out there', there must be a hell of a lot like me. So, not much of being unique, anyway, as Anna often tells me.

I suppose, what I write is unique; but, again, it's not really unique, is it? It cannot be identical with somebody else's writing, fair enough, but is it really unique? I mean, will you say after reading this, 'oh, Gosh, this is unique'? I don't think so. But, still in a way, to me it is. It is unique, because it is mine, I own it, I create it every time I press the keys on the keyboard. It is unique because it comes from me, it shows me and the way my thinking is expressed with words. But, the moment I click on 'Publish Post', it is like opening the courtins of my room. And then, all my uniqueness disappears in the outside light. Then, I, myself, my blog becomes one more particle of this light, one more and not unique.

Anna would probably insist that still my blog is unique. I think she means to say that this blog is mine, and so it is unique. Then, maybe, I found an answer to this issue of uniqueness. To me, this blog is unique, because it is mine; to Anna, this blog is unique because it comes from me; to you, this blog would be unique, only if you find a way to identify with these words, to make my words yours. So, to be unique is not really to be unique, to be different from others , or to be extraordinary; it is rather to be familiar and close, yours as much as mine.

A beginning

I feel the forgotten feeling of orientating myself around a new thing for me...blogs...What they are, what is my blog, why I am doing it, how to do it...Which name to choose, which template to pick, how to describe the blog, what fonts and sizes to use...what to write...

It is beginning, but it catches me towards an end...after 4 years of doing a phd, I am now seeing an end to it, although I am still months from it...It is a beginning, but beginnings don't have anymore the excitement they used to have. It used to be everything about the beginning; the starting moment was everything: the beginning and the end. The moments of the start, the first days of it used to be a genesis and a growth. What was following was just a glimpse. Now, beginnings point to an end, exist to show the end. The end has become the reason. I suppose that's why we have invented managers: to help us keep our minds in their places until we reach that end.

But, I am bubbling here (something that will probably happen a lot); I suppose, I mean, this beginning post of kleidarotrypa does not promise next ones, far more an end, because there is no manager or managing virtues around this computer.

So, this is good news then. I found something I can do without thinking of an end; I found something that does not have an end. That's a good start.