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i learned today that, as a group, we who blog pointlessly about ourselves are a dull lot. i have always known that when i accidentally divulge to someone new that i "blog", i am sending a bit of a misleading message. i do blog. this is true. but i am not a "blogger" like those often referenced on, say, NPR. bloggers write daily about things that matter to people with intent and political poignancy. i like to tell people how i feel about karen carpenter. i know there is a difference, but today i got a strong dose of that difference. i started following some links from blog to blog and i was soon reading about family projects and vacations-- families i don't know. and based on the way these folks are representing their lives in the blogosphere, i am content to not know them. it's boring. i am boring. i have long maintained that i do this exclusively for myself and for the two people who routinely harrass me if i stop. beyond the three of us, this little corner of the internet ought not to be visited. and to be perfectly honest, in my assessment, most of those other little corners of the internet ought not to be visited by anyone. i have to do this because my internal word generator is set to hyperactive mode and if i don't have a place to let the overflow land, well, i might just die. and even if i have a boring blog like everyone else, i would like to think that you accidental tourists out there don't actually want me to die. right?