February 28, 2005
There are two kinds of blog
There are obviously more than two kinds of blog. I suppose I mean here are two kinds of blog. Anyway, there's the kind that's so stuffed with actionable nuggets, little (and big) things that you can actually try out and that make you go: “Oh shit. That's another thing I have to figure out (like I don't have enough things to figure out).” Ben Hammersley's is that kind of blog. There's nothing on this page that isn't interesting and worth a few minutes of your time (except maybe the skirt). Then there's the kind that represents a throughly engaging worldview and provides lots of entertaining evidence for its validity. Russell Davies' is that kind of blog.
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Steve, there are many, many kinds of blogs. Your reductionism is staggering and simply wrong.
One of the most fascinating things about this interactive form is watching it develop. Some blogs entertain, some educate, some refer, some contain as good original writing as you will see anywhere. I started a (deliberately short-lived) environmentally political blog about dogshit that found it's way into The Independent
( http://www.blogshit.co.uk ) which frankly was the last thing I expected. It seems to have jolted Islington Council into paying more attention to the cleanliness of the street in question. So you can even say that blogs have a role to play in our humble democracy.
Do you remember the tale about the four blind men trying to work out what animal the elephant was? This reminds me of the way traditional media are now trying to assimilate and understand blogging. None of the definitions I have found are complete, and many are misleading.
Regards, D.
You, mate, are a tosser.
I accept that you have an opinion but God you're boring (Deek that is - not this blog)
One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. "
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with ten children - he's trying to catch up on his sleep."
I cried from laughter
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