Must have thrown out five or maybe ten bags of things this weekend. Important documents, and papers and items and just stuff. I do not even remember what these things were, but this must be a good sign, it must be indeed a good sign. I completely forgot that I had two remote controlled Lego cars, for example. I did not remember that there was a collection of match boxes from the early 90's. Who would have thought that there was a whole little hidden grotta filled with Paul Smith packaging material. (Paul Smith is a super-hero.) I still have two remote controlled Lego cars. I still have an area in a drawer filled with Paul Smith packaging material. The dutch crackers tin box filled with obscure business cards also survived the bagging. So what is gone now? What was it that I packed into bags and carried into the room of no return? Some of my free post-card collection had to go. I can only handle so much of this stuff in my drawers and under the bed. I actually thew out the shell of an early 90's IBM thinkpad. I kept the spare parts for the PowerBook 100. (A wickedly fast little laptop friend.)
There were many unique and tailored special offers that needed to go. American Express really wanted to become my friend. And there are all these free fs I will probably need to take before Continental Airlines decides that my miles do not count. I threw out some things, but I do not know what... I guess it is really a good thing.
Witold: Why do you think anybody reads my blog?
Florian: I think you somehow manage to write in a way that allows the reader to enjoy your writing without any additional knowledge of your person.
Witold: what do you mean?
Florian: Writers of many other blogs are very obsessed with themselves. What they write is interesting, but it is a bit of a collection of fragments that are looking for a context. One needs to know more about the person to really enjoy their world.
Witold: You mean people can enjoy my little world without knowing anything but the last entry?
Florian: A bit like that, yes. You just write these little pieces that somehow contain your perspective, yet are not cluttered with things that would require too much knowledge about you.
Witold: Oh, good... i do not even have an about me page...
Florian: Yeah... your pieces are okay on their own.
Witold: Oh, good... thank you so much...
Florian is the man who created International Herald Tribune dot com. among other things....
So, what was it that I threw out and do not even remember I did?
Witold, Florian is almost right: your entries are great, but I would also appreciate an about page, especially because you sound so interesting. I only arrived with the sock dog, so I'm not at all sure how your life fits together. Then again, maybe that adds to the mystery...
Posted by: marrije on April 7, 2003 04:10 AMi arrived at the sock dog too, hehe.
well, i really appreciate the fact that i don't know everything about all the bloggers whose blogs i read. in a way, blogs are something like a new medium... they are maybe 65% non-fiction and 45% fiction.
i mean, most bloggers reveal some amount of info about their real life, but really a blog is an edited version of someone's life. think: "best of witold riedel" the remaining part of that blogger's life (that 45%) is left up to the reader.