(Honest to my grandma—I’m working on something classic movie-related so I can justify my presence in the Classic Movie Search. I should have it finished by later this evening.)
One of my best blog buddies and Facebook compadres has lost his lease and is selling to the bare walls…everything must go…no reasonable offer refused. That individual would be the cat in the (fedora) hat, Elisson hizzownself, who’s pulled up stakes at Blog d’Elisson and made a beeline for a brand-spanking new blog (that looks suspiciously like the old one), Lost in the Cheese Aisle. (Apparently I’m not the only one applying a new coat of paint—although in Elisson’s case it’s more like moving to the blogosphere’s suburbs.)
Why is the man known as “the Obi-Wan Kenobi of Georgia” loading up the truck and moving to
One, I have never really liked the title of this blog. It’s lame. Originally, it was going to be a placeholder until I could think of something I liked better, and then I just got lazy. Whereas “Lost in the Cheese Aisle” is better reflective of my state of mind most days... it’s how the Missus describes me when I’m walking around in a state of mental befoggedness.
So the misadventures of our hero—one of the few individuals I’m proud to call a “Renaissance man”*--will continue at the new blog, along with the usual suspects: wife SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) and progeny Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm.
At the new blog, Elisson sums up why he puts fingertips to keyboard every day in this crazy bidness we call blogging:
…but you can legitimately ask “Why bother blogging in the first place?” After all, blogging is, well, passé. Everybody and his brother spends time on Twitter (“Blogging for People with ADHD”) or on Facebook. (Why hang out with friends when you can hang out with ffriends?)
My answer? Blogging is unique, the only medium in which you can create a self-selected social milieu of people with those talents and interests that appeal to you. The thread that ties you all together is nothing more - or less - than the things you write, and through reciprocal or concatenating linkage and comments, that thread is woven into a true fabric of communication.
I have yet to hear of friendships - of communities - arising from Twitter or any of its micro-blogging platform competitors... but blogging has brought us any number of them.
Plus, it’s fun. A creative outlet. Where else can I write poems about the benefits of a tapered stool; a thoughtful essay on Nasal Secretions; or post a recipe for Hungarian Goulash that is subsequently linked by the New York Times... on their International Affairs page?
Welcome to my world. Again.
Done, sold, Bob’s your uncle. (I brought a blueberry-and-peach cobbler as a blogwarming gift.)
*”Renaissance man” is a term I use to describe any individual who is well-versed in a myriad of different subjects without coming off as a know-it-all show-off. I know a few of these people online—Lloyd at mardecortesbaja.com, Tom Sutpen, Doghouse Riley, etc. But I’ve only met one other individual in person that I can honestly say fits that description other than my old college chum Mike Hart—and that is The Man From E.L.I.S.S.O.N.