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Weblogging and personal communication

“If you start a blog, I’ll never hear from you again!” –A friend of mine, warning another friend to stay away from the evils of blogging.

Isn’t the ironing delicious? Doesn’t one start a weblog in order to facilitate communication? And here is someone worried that they’ll fall out of touch because of blogging.

It’s true, to a certain extent. It depends on whether one intends one’s blog to become the primary means of communication with others. If you have a great number of people you wish to keep in contact with, this might make some sense. It has no pretenses to being something personal, as a mass mail via bcc might seem. It’s also convenient–all you need is a functioning Web browser. (Arguments in favor of shell-based accounts and using text-based mail readers notwithstanding.)

But in changing one’s mindset from writing to a single, specific person to a shapeless, faceless audience, it can affect the character of one’s writing. The personal nature of an email is lost. In fact, just by switching media, the personal nature is already lost: weblogs don’t have a To: header at the top. You may now also have the potential to reach a lot more people via the Web, but there also exists the potential for the quality of each interaction to diminish accordingly.

If you are one normally accustomed to writing a lot of emails to distant friends and you switch to a weblog format, you’ll probably stop writing emails. Depending, of course, on whether you intend your weblog to replace the emails you send out. This is what my friend above worried about, especially since he isn’t one who reads blogs normally.

Though, from a functional standpoint, I’m not sure where the difference lies. You had to accustom yourself to something called “checking your email,” after all. It could be a case of refusing to change with the times, though we’re used to the concept of checking for mail in a general sense, I suppose. On the other hand, it requires effort to read someone’s blog–navigating your browser to the desired URL and all that. But, in my experience, it only takes a little bit of behavior modification to incorporate blogreading into one’s daily routine.

So all I’m left with is the plausible reason that weblogs are necessarily impersonal when compared to email. Well, email seems to me to be impersonal when compared to handwritten letters, so where do you draw the line?

I’m sure the majority of us don’t intend our weblogs to supplant email. We all know the joy of receiving an email from a close friend, and that is infinitely pleasurable compared to blogreading. It kind of makes you think, though.

Personally? My posting here isn’t supposed to be a replacement for one-on-one conversations conducted via email, or IM, or telephone, or face-to-face. Rather, I like to stick the more mundane things here, or my ramblings that aren’t necessarily directed towards any one person. You could think of this as your introduction to me, if you and I are not personally acquainted; and if you found me sufficiently interesting or worthy, perhaps you would be motivated to drop me a line, and another friendship would be formed. This weblog serves to keep my friends aware of my continued existence, since I am notorious for being horrible at replying to email and returning phone calls (but no one emails me or calls me, anyway, so it’s a moot point). In fact, I had hoped that this might spark some conversations via email with long-lost friends, but unfortunately that hasn’t happened yet.

Another thought that occurs to me, at least with respect to my own situation, is that I don’t feel close enough to anyone to be involved in email-trading, or alternately I already keep in touch with the important people by other means, like IM and good ol’ fashioned Unix write. So the need for lengthy personal emails is not very great.

I mean, in my experience, the email threads I’ve participated in die out after awhile (kind of like my failed penpal experiment a long long time ago–I don’t remember her name, but she lived in Beaverton, OR). I take this to indicate that I have no particular investment in maintaining a line of communication with said person, which in turn implies that there’s no one I know that is worth it. If that isn’t faulty reasoning and a defeatist attitude, I don’t know what is!

Your turn. I’d like to hear what you have to say.

TV Review

I freely admit to having caught the series premiere of “What I Like About You,” a new sitcom on the WB starring Amanda Bynes of “The Amanda Show” fame and Jennie Garth from “Beverly Hills, 90210.” I’ll skip glossing over the show’s raison d’etre so as not to beat around the bush.

There are some shows that encourage heavy use of the remote control’s channel-jump button. Friday’s pilot was a prime example. I am to understand that Miss Bynes has a talent for physical comedy, but this just inspired me to look away and find something else to watch. Don’t get me wrong. I like slapstick. I love Charlie Chaplin. I love the Keystone Kops. But I guess there’s a certain je ne sais quoi about this show–either it’s the writing or the execution–that makes it painful to watch. Maybe it’s because a lot of the setups for the gags are too obvious, too contrived, or over-the-top (what was she trying to prove with kicking Tony Hawk’s skateboard?). You know what’s going to happen after just five seconds of watching, so there’s no real reason for you to keep watching. The characters have very little depth to them, especially Wesley Jonathan‘s character, who (at least in the pilot) is the epitome of the token black character. Not that that means his role is a small one, since you could really call any of the four “major” characters token roles. But to see him have to act out such a terribly-written character is disappointing after having seen him in a much better role in TNBC‘s Saturday morning offering, “City Guys.”

Maybe the series will get better. Maybe it’ll get canned. Either way, if I catch another episode or not, there’ll be no love lost on my end.

The target of my channel-jumping was Fox‘s new show, “Firefly.” Featuring, among other people, Adam “Not one of the Baldwins” Baldwin and a guy that reminds me of Anthony Rapp, this sci-fi western at least provides some measure of entertainment. (It maybe also helps that I’m more inclined to watch sci-fi than anything resembling preppy/dumb blonde-ish/Beautiful People krep.) I was intrigued by the captain of this ship called Serenity (a short hop to “Serendipity,” which has the pleasure of being the title of a John Cusack movie I rather like and also the prefix to a certain person’s IM handle (it follows standard AOhelL “soandso314152629″ convention) why I bring this up I don’t remember), who demonstrates that he can abide by a conventional view of morality in the face of such a rogue lifestyle. In any case, I find the characters here to be much more interesting than the overexaggerated caricatures of “What I Like About You.”

And while I’m on the subject of television, I’d be damned close to disappointed if it’s true that “Just Deal” is no longer going to be found on TNBC Saturday mornings. Call me crazy, but I still watch silly teenage programming that have no redeeming qualities other than they remind me of an adolescence that I missed out on. I really got caught up in the storyline in recent reruns regarding Dylan and Ash’s rocky relationship and breakup. I want to know what happens, dammit. I want to know what happens beyond the neat and tidy resolution that kept them friends. Even though this storyline is terribly unimaginative, it strikes a chord with anyone who still carries with them remnants of their own teenage years. See, this is how you engage people and keep them coming back despite having an uninteresting plot.

I’m hungry.

Coming up on one year.

September 11, 2002 is almost upon us, and our eyes and ears will, I’m sure, be saturated with retrospectives, remembrances, and other events and specials to commemorate the one-year anniversary of–

(What should we call it? “September 11″ is probably the best name we have, but the other variants drive me batty, like “9-11.” In any case, using “September 11″ in the paragraph above would sound rather redundant.)

–the attacks on our country. Everyone, from the largest media conglomerates right down to the average Joe and Jane Blogger, will probably be producing something to mark its passing. Books are already available for those who wish to engage in somber reflection. Soon, our televisions will be once again displaying the images that have already etched themselves into our memory.

I was thinking of writing something lengthier than my normal post to mark that day as well, but how do you do that in a way that seems meaningful and respectful of the day’s true importance? The New York Times already ran a fairly thorough review of the literary offerings available; the reviewer criticized some for the authors’ “cold cerebrality,” some for selfishly centralizing the event around themselves, and some for making wild proclamations about the meaning of the tragedy and radical philosophical connections where none exist. And some just come off as rather trite.

Most of all, though, the reviewer scolded many for their lack of originality in writing personal pieces about that day. What makes your experience so unique? he asks. Or, rather, what makes you think any of us care?

So, when or if I do write my own piece regarding September 11, I must think about what would make what I write unique. What is it that I have to say that you would be interested in reading? We were, after all, all in the same boat, we watched the same images, felt the same emotions. For awhile, we were all united by a common bond, and even, dare I say, without trying to be presumptuous or disrespectful to those lost near Pittsburgh and in the Pentagon, that we were all New Yorkers that day (yes, this was the attitude we felt in the city at the time). And so, nothing I experienced would really make for engaging reading–just look to your own experiences that day.

I did not witness it with my own eyes. I was at home, in Queens. Yes, that counts as New York City proper, but as far as I was concerned, I could have been three thousand miles away on the opposite coast. With all routes into Manhattan closed, we, the bridge and tunnel crowd, were isolated from the city center. So we might as well have been somewhere else. I have no unique perspective–it is the same as someone in Chicago or Los Angeles. But I lived in New York. Certainly Chicagoans or Los Angelenos were not treated to whole walls covered with posters desperately asking for information about loved ones decorating the subway and streets. Or the makeshift memorials in the shadows of skyscrapers.

While I take my time to consider something worthy of publishing, I also welcome your thoughts about what you would like to hear from me, if there’s anything that you feel I am capable of commenting on or some point of view I can offer.

Does religion have no place even in a pluralist society?

This country is based upon plurality–plurality of beliefs, of ideas, of heritages, of opinions. And yet, somehow, we manage to form a consensus regarding certain important topics. Humans have inherent inalienable rights. Pretty much everyone agrees on that.

Anything beyond that, and you get hotly debated issues wherein no progress is made toward consensus but you do get inflamed tensions, righteousness, and anger. Laws are enacted by our representative government that hopefully reflect the correct decision, or at the very least, the majority opinion; minority groups disagreeing with such laws tend to be vocal enough to seem that they speak for a majority; laws get overturned; and the cycle continues. People continue to argue to no end.

(I heard a joke about the Soviet concept of perestroika that went something like this: A visitor to the Soviet Union asked a man what perestroika was. The man took out two pails and some potatoes and started exchanging them back and forth between the pails. “Do you see anything changing?” asked the man. “No,” said the visitor. “Correct, but you hear the noise it makes.”)

Spinning our wheels…spinning our wheels.

This is, of course, a feature and not a bug in Democracy v2.1. We encourage many opinions, and we encourage the freedom to voice those opinions. With technology aiding the mass media, we are aware of the prevailing winds almost instantly. But when you’re trapped in the midst of the argument, it’s not unusual to feel as if something’s broken.

When there are a number of interests to be served, is not the correct action one of compromise? To be sure, each law on the books represents some sort of compromise–otherwise it would never have been ratified. That’s what happens when democracy is working.

But laws have been passed that lead me to believe that compromises were not sought. In some cases, it even seems that common sense has gone right out the window. This can’t be traced to any one person, since it takes many people to ratify a bill into law. I like to think that all of them couldn’t have had a simultaneous brain fart that made them lose their senses.

All this has served to shed some light on my own personal views, to which I realize I haven’t given much thought, but they exist nonetheless.

I get lopsided commentary on current events from the friends around me, who share some but not all of my political views and opinions. And it’s hard, because often times they will make a remark on some subject or issue and while I can understand where they’re coming from, I hear the multitude of voices echoing that remark as ridiculing my own beliefs.

I like to believe that some intelligent thought processes have informed my values and opinions. I also know that intelligent thought process have informed my friends’ values. I can’t subscribe to relativism, moral or otherwise, because that would ultimately deem my own values to be hypocritical. So what’s a guy to do?

Sometimes, it seems that my claim to follow Catholic teachings sets me apart from others. I become an anachronism, an unenlightened relic from another time. And because I let such teachings inform my point of view, I am unable to defend my opinions in even casual settings because not all the participants subscribe to the same axioms.

The odd part is that I think that everyone is motivated from the same core belief structure, that we all have an inherent idea of what is good and what is bad. Whether one takes the religious dogma route, or one free of such trappings, it seems that our conclusions ought to be the same. But then we get mired in the details, and all pretense to civility goes out the window.

If we would take some time to just see it from the other person’s point of view, if we could just suppress that reflex to instantly label the other person’s opinion as worthless, I think we would finally be able to get past this stage of merely spinning our wheels. ‘Cos, if you haven’t noticed, we’re kicking up a lot of mud and we’re just getting dirtier.

Pittsburgh Madness

Pittsburgh Madness (part one in a series)

Parallel parking: Convention (and the law, too) dictates that when you park on the side of the street, your car should be facing the direction of traffic for that side. If you do so, this will never happen.

It has been explained to me that many of Pittsburgh’s streets are narrow and, moreover, two-way, so when people find a parking spot, they pull into it regardless of what side of the street it’s on and don’t bother to reorient their cars properly, since it’s not worth the hassle to, and the spot might get snatched while you’re taking the time to conform to the law.

Hill parking: One of the things I learned in driver’s ed (and never really needed, since Chicago’s pretty flat and NYC is as well, to some extent) is the proper way to park when on an incline, so that should your parking brake fail, your car does not roll into traffic or otherwise cause death and destruction. For the uninitiated, this is the way you park:

- If you are parked uphill and there is a curb, you turn your wheels sharply away from the curb. That way, the wheels will hook onto the curb and prevent the car from rolling backwards.

- If you are parked uphill with no curb, or you are parked downhill, you turn your wheels towards the curb.

Here, though, it seems no one knows that they’re supposed to do that, or they’re just lazy, or they don’t teach that anymore.

PAT Buses: In Chicago and New York, buses have two sets of doors, one in the front and one towards the back. All boarding takes place through the front, where the farebox is, of course. Riders have two options for exiting the bus, however. They can exit through the front or the back. The back doors are self-operated assisted doors, meaning that the doors are locked until the driver (B/O or bus operator) unlocks it. A green light comes on when the bus stops at the bus stop, clearing you to exit. In Chicago, all you have to do is push on the doors, and a pressure-release mechanism assists in opening the doors. In New York, you can push on the doors, but you don’t get the assist mechanism unless you push the yellow tape. There are instructions that clearly inform passengers how to operate the doors, of course.

In Pittsburgh, that’s not the case. In most situations, all ingress and egress takes place through the front doors. It makes some sense, in the context of the transit system here. If a bus is downtown-bound, you pay as you enter. If a bus is outbound, you pay as you leave. Those rules change after 7pm, when all fares are pay-as-you-enter; some routes are always pay-as-you-enter.

It does NOT make for a very efficient system, however, when the bus is packed and you have to make your way from the back (where you sat because you’re a good passenger) to the front to get off. Sometimes the bus driver will open the back door, but from my (admittedly limited) experience, they are inconsistent in that practice. I’ve seen some cases where a passenger shouts “BACK DOOR!” to get the driver to open it but he or she refuses. What happens, in the end, is that the bus sits idling longer than it needs to be while the passengers wishing to exit make they way to the front to get off, and only then can people board. Meanwhile, because many streets are two-lane two-way roads, traffic gets backed up behind the bus.

Could a system that’s a little more sane be implemented? Probably.