Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.
Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Greetings my dear blog reading minions.
It has been a year. Yup. Can hardly believe it myself. A whole year of
spewing forth composing words for consumption on the Internet.
I would like to think that all the effort has been worth it, that I have made a difference. That somebody somewhere out in that vast and mighty Internet has read my words and gained a little insight or laughed or cried or got pissed off or at least enjoyed killing a little time. I would like to think that I am a better person for the experience as well. Hopefully a better writer or better reader. Better time waster probably. I would settle for more observant. Funny thing about personal growth, it's hard to measure. My reward for putting all the effort in for a year? The same reward that so many things in life give us. I get to do it again.
So how about some numbers. My first year had 172 blog posts in it. That averages slightly more than 3 per week. Okay, I have not been a consistent poster. My personal blog directory here on the local computer has 15.5MB of stuff in it. That's across 248 files in 6 folders. So no, you have not seen every last word I have written. Trust me, you are probably better off for it. There looks to be about 23 photos in there, averaging two photos per month.
I try to do a lot of filtering and condensing of the stuff I write before it gets blogged. In addition to my manifesto I also have one personal rule that I have held myself to very strictly. Rewrite everything. I do not allow myself to ever publish anything on the same day I wrote it. That can be a little rough when trying to expound on current events but I believe it is a crucial element in making myself readable. My re-writes have run the spectrum from niggly little punctuation and word edits all the way up to trashing the thing and starting over. I can only think of a couple instances in the past year where I published exactly the words I originally typed. In spite of all that effort I can still look back through the archives and spot poor spelling and punctuation and grammar. Sigh. I will need an editor before I can become a decent writer.
Sometimes I think of blog posts as throwing stones. Chuck a rock out into the pond and see what ripples it creates. Strange thing about blog posts; I pretty consistently cannot guess how many ripples it will make. There have been posts I have meticulously researched, wrote, rewrote and edited. They were very heavy stones for me when I finally heaved them out and I did not see a single ripple. Other times I toss a light piece of fluff and it splashes back at me with many comments and much feedback. Strange thing this Internet.
I have never expected to make any huge splashes. I don't think enough people read me for that. I know there are a few people that check in on me regularly and that is nice, but I don't think there are more than a dozen of you. I have toyed with the idea of putting one of those hit counter thingamajobs on here so I could get a clue about who visits and how often. It would help me measure the waves I generate with my posts. I don't think I will do it though. Ignorance is bliss. It's almost easier to write when I don't think anyone is listening. I have no desire to be a big name in blogging, I am quite happy out here in the long tail. In the end this blog is what most other blogs are about. Me, me, me, me, me, me. I don't want to care about appealing to the masses. Wanna have some fun messing with my head? Post a comment. If I get more than ten I will pretty much freak out.
I was toying with ways to celebrate my first anniversary. Guest bloggers, photo spreads, win a date with Jones contests. Now that the day is here it feels a lot like birthdays feel after you hit your mid twenties. Nothing quite so special anymore, still expected to show up for work, celebrations involve a single nice glass of wine instead of a row of shots. So the celebrating here will be a little subdued as well. Besides, I already know who would win the date with Jones. Not very fair for the other contestants. So how about we celebrate by sprucing the place up a bit. Polishing up the look of the blog is as good a way to celebrate as any. Hope you like it.
Looking forward to year two.
There is more Jones in the archives: February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 December 2009 January 2010 May 2014