Blogging is dead, no more blogging, a last word
Of course, blogging isn’t dead, I’m still here i don’t plan to shuffle off and pop my clogs, unless fate decides otherwise perhaps. If I don’t come back, then lets just say that I’m privileged, lucky and happy to have lived a life full of ups and downs and highs and lows. Nothing worth having was ever easy guys, especially search engine rankings. 😉
Robyn tagged me on the theme of the blogosphere is ending what would be your last message. I love the way in which she answered the question. Its depth, its light, its overarching clear message – give love and be loved.
The blogosphere is ending. No more blogs. Blog apocalypse. The Internet is still working, the world is fine. But you can’t write anymore. Write your last post. Make it a good one. What is the reason you blog? What is the last gem of knowledge you want to leave? What do you want to be remembered for? Who are you? What is the meaning of life? Haha…well not exactly but you get the point. Pour your heart into it.
As I sit here this fine sunny morning, contemplating that question I realise that for today and perhaps tomorrow I don’t feel sufficiently enthused to be able to write the post of my life, but I’m up for playing with the idea and seeing where it goes, life can be a lot of fun that way.
I’m sure I’ve written a good one or two already and perhaps this one too will sit up there in any list of inspired expression. That’s not for me to judge though and god, I’m not not entirely sure I’d ever want to realise that I’d just written the post of my life – Jees I might get all stressy wondering where I’d go from there, how could I follow the post of my life, everything else an anti climax? But yes, I’m missing the point of course and being a little silly. This meme asks me to assume that its all going to go, the keyboard ripped asunder, the plug disconnected from the wirelessness of tech reality, my mind and its ability to weave the vowels and consonants into intelligible rational discourse ceased, removed forever, pulled from my amygdala.
Gems of knowledge, memories, who am I? – Where does one even begin to start? Perhaps its not even necessary even.
Robyn’s theme of love reminds me that we are all important, we all have a role to play, however small, however large – what we say however we say it, does impact someone, somewhere, in ways that may not be apparent at the time.
Like some stone thrown into the centre of a still pool, rippling outwards, its energy resonates as it disturbs the fine veneer of the pools aquatic membrane. The fish below look up and wonder as to its origins, perhaps hearing or feeling the distant plummet and plonk of the stone as it falls to the depths and settles. The swish of its fins and tail, alerting predator and prey to its presence, setting in chain a string of activity amongst creatures both great and small. The stone before long is soon forgotten of course. The events of the moment move on, replaced by others, each creating their own set of disturbances and reactions.
I guess we can apply such thoughts and analogies to all manner of situations. The interconnected is indeed, the interconnected after all. Nothing is truly separate, the world is full of symbiotic events and relationships, each influenced by micro events tapping into both collective and individual subconsciouses. We are all moved in one way or another, it is motion that drives us forward, we react to the actions of others, no one is truly pro-active, however much they like to think they are, whether we like it or not we are all informed by the actions of each other, none of us can truly escape the collective “we”, everyone is subject to the actions of everyone else however small or seemingly insignificant.
Its funny really, this being a tech blog and all, this whole meme got me thinking about how this could possibly apply to search engines, websites and the blogosphere, yet the analogies above, seem to fit right in there with everything else.
It really doesn’t matter a jot whether the ingredients that cause the ripples and the movements happen to be electronic or pixelated on some screen somewhere made up of bits and bytes and 0’s and 1’s. The net effect is still the same. The links are the stones that cause the ripples, the pond is the interconnected legion of machines its synergy forming a multi stranded layer that enables us all to digress and discuss, love and sadly, hate too. The concept of pagerank and the algorithms that drive our search engines all rely on the actions of people and links and what real people do and discuss and react to. The search engine bots and their ability to ride and surf the waves and whispers of those ripples the ripple and wave creators with their rocks and boulders all playing their part, contributing to the amorphous never ending thing that is life.
Hmmn, seems I’ve digressed and wandered off of the path somewhat. Pulled into some realm of reflective abstract ponderances. Time to head off into the sunshine and get a few things done I think. Amber wants a t-shirt from Welwyn. 😀
Have a good day all. 🙂Posted on: 2nd May 2007, by : Rob Watts