I be a blogger wannabe

One of the reasons blogging is so appealing to me is the good example set by so many others (ignoring the crap example set by so many, many others...). I've been reading blogs since before blogs were invented. One of the first real blogs must have been Greg Knauss's Entirely Other Day, of course now everyone else is doing the blogging thing, he's not, he's doing something(s) else. But the URL remains the same. By some judicious tweaking around you used to be able to find the EOD archives, but I think they've disappeared. One day I'll look it up in the Way Back Machine & see if its been archived for posterity. Short diary entries with titles like "Black Tire Fragments of Death" set the standards for all personal diary-type blogs that followed.

Robyn's Secret Passage showed me that the locals can be just as readable, warped, twisted and funny. She lived in the same town as me, I probably passed her on the street at some point - its not that big a place. I still couldn't pick her out of a police lineup, I recognise a kindred spirit, but on the internet you don't have a face unless you want to.

Russell Brown has a face, its right there by his by-line in The Listener, he also didn't start out blogging, but moved his weekly radio slot to the blog format. Public Address is now the home of his Hard News, I'm pretty sure BFM are missing it. If I can acheive just a little of the insight and readability of Russell and his Public Address stablemates, then this blog will have been wildly successful. Maybe someone will even read it.