The art of blogging
Blogging emerges as new communication technology
Sarah Fine, Contributing Writer
Issue date: 11/3/04 Section: Lifestyles
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October 19, 2004:
I have a cold. So I bought cold related stuff. Kleenex, travel sized Kleenex to put in my backpack so I don't shred my nose on rough toilet paper at school, generic Robitussin to clear my throat, these drops called Cold-Eez that Will said always helped him get over his colds quicker, some oranges, some Tangerine juice, and some decaf tea that I can drink to help my sore throat whenever I want to. I'm such a consumer.
Including this post, Ed Corcoran has posted 14 times within the last week at LiveJournal.com, where the color scheme of his personal site nods generously to his black, navy, and silver New Balance standbys.
On Theresa Warner's profile on Xanga.com, "smiling" is both an "interest" and her "expertise." Her posts, set before an equally sunny, cloudy-blue-sky background, gush about chance encounters with choice professors, bemoan classes and class projects and class work and summarize daily occurrences, which are sometimes the daily occurrences on General Hospital.
Corcoran and Warner have never lived in a dorm with a mid-hall telephone.
With the invention of VCRs, their families watched movies in the privacy of their living room -- psychologically far away from the public, communal screenings of movie theaters.
Corcoran and Warner also grew up in the generation of the two-car-per-household national average, a generation whose parents increasingly shunned mass transit for personal, rolled-up-window mobility -- until the speed of HOV lanes finally opened the nation's passenger seat to carpooling.
With each technological advance, their generation's capacity to be alone exists within an expanding definition of personal space.
And yet, now, a little more than a decade into the internet age, Corcoran and Warner are among the first generations of young adults, born with fiber optics instead of sinews, that are in direct contradiction to modernity's push for privacy: blogging.
But what does it mean to blog?
I have a cold. So I bought cold related stuff. Kleenex, travel sized Kleenex to put in my backpack so I don't shred my nose on rough toilet paper at school, generic Robitussin to clear my throat, these drops called Cold-Eez that Will said always helped him get over his colds quicker, some oranges, some Tangerine juice, and some decaf tea that I can drink to help my sore throat whenever I want to. I'm such a consumer.
Including this post, Ed Corcoran has posted 14 times within the last week at LiveJournal.com, where the color scheme of his personal site nods generously to his black, navy, and silver New Balance standbys.
On Theresa Warner's profile on Xanga.com, "smiling" is both an "interest" and her "expertise." Her posts, set before an equally sunny, cloudy-blue-sky background, gush about chance encounters with choice professors, bemoan classes and class projects and class work and summarize daily occurrences, which are sometimes the daily occurrences on General Hospital.
Corcoran and Warner have never lived in a dorm with a mid-hall telephone.
With the invention of VCRs, their families watched movies in the privacy of their living room -- psychologically far away from the public, communal screenings of movie theaters.
Corcoran and Warner also grew up in the generation of the two-car-per-household national average, a generation whose parents increasingly shunned mass transit for personal, rolled-up-window mobility -- until the speed of HOV lanes finally opened the nation's passenger seat to carpooling.
With each technological advance, their generation's capacity to be alone exists within an expanding definition of personal space.
And yet, now, a little more than a decade into the internet age, Corcoran and Warner are among the first generations of young adults, born with fiber optics instead of sinews, that are in direct contradiction to modernity's push for privacy: blogging.
But what does it mean to blog?
