1. Honestly, I haven’t been reading much for the last several months–except for blogs and twitter entries and long-ass research articles for my adult learning theory course.

    Thing is–I like reading. I’m a literate person. But I’m not one to breeze through a book or a magazine. When I read a magazine, I read the whole thing. It takes me hours. I go back and cut shit out. I find articles online and send them to people. I twitter the URLs. With books, I’ve never been one to sit and read until I’m finished. I think I’ve done that four times in my lifetime–when I was 12. When I read, I have a short attention span. I admit that I’m fairly slow when I read. I tumble through paragraphs, rereading ad nauseum. I take my time to experience things. Lately, I haven’t found much worth reading. Nothing grabs me. The stuff that’s out there isn’t really worth the paper it’s printed on. Blogs catch my attention and resonate with me more. Because they tend to be shorter, I can spend the time I want to with them without losing my place. I can interact with people when it moves me. It isn’t solitary.

    I’ve always liked plays and short stories and poetry better for that very reason. I can find more I like, faster. I don’t have to be patient or trudge through something that ultimately doesn’t work.

    I don’t know how much of that is due to the fact that I’m a product of my generation or due to the fact that my work as a recruiter–trudging through mountains of information every day–has made me less patient. I think it has more to do with the quality of what I’m digesting.

    I use Twitter, but not as a mode of writing. It’s a mode of communication. I can stay updated on someone’s life. I can find links to interesting articles (like the one you cited). It isn’t a place for conversation. For me, that’s what “real” writing is: a conversation. Sometimes, maybe, my tweets have some poetry. Sometimes, maybe, my tweets tell a story. But, rarely is it the story I want to tell.


    Okay, so I don’t really like to admit this here, because this is where I come to read and to write… to really think about things. (I mean, you are a professor.) I’m so much more math than I am anything, I have formulas coming out of orfuses you couldn’t imagine.

    But, what I like about a real in-depth blog is that it is in depth. When I read more than just a couple of sentences it gets me brewing on a whole other level – it’s not so much about the moment, but about the whole picture. I wouldn’t sell yourself short because the content in some of these other blogs or twitters or facebooks just isn’t real. It’s how to grab your attention and get a rise out of you in a few words. It’s not really thinking.

    It’s sad. I wish I had more time for blogging and writing, because I think I’d be good at it, but the truth is… I have to be a math geek and a quick thinker. I have to be a problem solver.

    It’s been a while since I read a book, for pleasure – it’s so easy to turn the t.v. on, or log into someone elses world – as a form of entertainment, and it’s free.

    But, then again, I read articles online – I’m into politics and news and what’s happening in the world. Are that many people really that interested?

    I have conversations about the world crisis on a daily basis, and most people are just oblivious. They think it’s all a bunch of mumbo jumbo, and that maybe I’m reading in to too much of it. Maybe I am, but, maybe I’m not.

    Sometimes I think a lot of people really don’t know how to understand, or how to read, or how to even freaking talk about things.


    If blogging is more magazine article than novel, clicking a link is more like reading the magazine straight through instead of following the continuation of the article to page 130 or wherever the rest of it ends up. does that make any sense? except, I contradict my own point in my own life. I normally read magazines straight through and finish the ends of all the articles I started as i find them. I click on links afterwards.
    I don’t normally multi-task when reading anything that interests me, online or on a page. But I feel like the house could burn down and I wouldn’t notice when I’m reading a book I love. Not so much with a blog.
    To me, blogs are the equivalent of loose downloads, snipets of a style or a subject that may or may not give you a sense of the author as a writer. Books are whole albums, and if you love it as a whole, you’ll forgive a weak chapter or two…
    I have caved to the ease of iPods, but it was with great hesitation. I miss the tangible experience of a new album. The art, the smell, the sound… I try to steer clear of shuffle until I’ve given a whole album a few full run-throughs in the order they were intended. I’m quite enjoying Indigenous’ “Chasing the Sun” at the moment. He does lovely things with Dylan’s “Born in Time.”

  4. MIYA

    Actually, I wait until I open the links as new tabs and then read them after unless they are necessary to be read before continuing. I do not multi task when it comes to reading your blog nor my friend Bryan’s mostly because neither of you require me to multitask in order to stay interested in what you have to say. I’ve been writing 9,000 words a day trying to finish Pantheon how I want it but I’m finding the more I write the less I like to read what people are saying about the real world via blog or Facebook status update. If it were truly that important they would call, email, or send a letter.

    I write differently for my books than I do for a blog let alone a reply which is normally stream of consciousness.

    I will admit to downloading books. I honestly don’t see it any different than going to the library and borrowing one. If the book truly earns my respect as something I want to read again, I will go out and purchase it. Otherwise I read and delete without wasting paper. This is the reason I have the Twilight Saga on my laptop; it was good enough to read but not something I’d want to waste time on again except as a basis for a fanfiction entry.

    I multitask all day, I always have. When I was a child the doctors diagnosed me with ADD to which my mother laughed and said something along the lines of she just keeps my mind busy and we are fine. I can have the tv on as background noise, sing to Tori’s Little Earthquake cd, all while reading my latest find. Currently I’m immersing myself in the latest Terry Brook’s Shannara book- my guilty pleasure. When I’m really reading, not just scanning for what I need to know as I do most blogs, I stop the noise and focus. Same with when I’m writing, I get up at five each morning to give myself two guaranteed hours of writing time, and then sneaking in what I can elsewhere throughout the day.

    Currently I find myself in a stage of life where people do not hold the interest they once did. I’m not content for superficial conversations. I want to know what makes people tick, to hear their dreams, and what really matters to them. My generation has lost that in our need for instant gratification and the trivialization of our information. It seems as if every aspect of daily life has an answer space on a survey or questionnaire, our random personal history is now up for grabs at the whim of our friends “tagging” us on a blog asking us to list five random facts.

    Lately I’ve been ignoring my blogs, the people who are involved with what is going on are aware of the event and I do not feel the need to pick apart my day for those that have fallen into the gray area between friend and acquaintance. Now Myspace and Facebook are used for photo updates- a way to keep my former close circle of friends feel as if they are still that important to my daily life, while I’ve learned that at the end of a day the only person I really want to share my day with is my husband. Of course he’s the only one who truly cares what my three girls have been up to that day. πŸ™‚


    I haven’t been reading many books lately, but when I do read books I love to be curled up on the couch with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Maybe some music in the background, depending on my mood.

    I don’t like to be interrupted when I read. It’s like escaping into my own little world, and no one can intrude on my thoughts.

    When I read articles / blogs etc, I’m nearly always interrupted by a phone call, an urgent email or my boss asking me to do something or other. Or I’ll be chatting to some long lost friend on Facebook, checking out the new photos.

    Reading online isn’t as peaceful as reading a book. When last did you curl up on the couch with your PC to read a book online?

    A book is more personal. πŸ˜‰

  6. The thing with blogging is this…It helps me see beyond the author’s imagination to see how his mind works and their thoughts as it relates to everyday life. I like blogging and bloggers but I now like blogging away from social networks such as Myspace and Facebook. I don’t use them very often because now I’m discovering a world of bloggers away who are more aware of having a reader but who also blog because they love to write.

    Blogging isn’t passe…As long as people have something to say, there will be someone there to read.


    I miss your uber long blogs and the uber long comment parties.

    I have done little blogging since my account got hacked and everything kinda went to hell. I don’t know. The fun was sucked out of it when I read my url as “Imstupidcuntthatlies” but I’m sensitive like that I guess.

    The thing is, that didn’t happend to everyone. I think that those larger socital problems you hear about just touched home with more people then in 2004 so that the numbers of people who read and wrote blogs went down. I dunno. I’m jabbering so I’ll stop now.

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