keith birthday

A somewhat carefully curated sequential presentation of cultural output [work] and/or decontextualized ephemera from various internet-based sources.
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I </3 u blogging.

Back when I didn’t have internet in my apartment, I blamed my non-blogginess on that fact.

Now that I do have internet in my apartment. I realized that maybe I don’t want to do so much blogging anymore, I end up feeling like I’m trying to hard to sell my personal underdeveloped writing style on the internet. Feel like an ego-oriented person.

I really don’t think anyone reads this/takes it seriously except my mom/dad who probably love my blog unconditionally like they’re supposed to because they try to be involved/supportive/loving parents.

I really think that blogs are like oral tradition of the 21st century, except that your legacy can live on without you having done anything interesting/important and no one actually has to pay attention to it. Makes me feel as though the competition for lasting social importance is more difficult than ever because there is so much ‘crappy blogging’ in the cyberzone. How are you supposed to know if your blogging is good or not? I should write my senator and propose a new law requiring a license to blog, where you have to take classes/meet an instructor/have a decent WPM/have social skills.