The Future of the Blog

Lately, between giving birth, getting mastitis (AGAIN!) on Christmas, nursing an insatiable pink-dressed baby, and reading a book about road repair to Ari, I've been pondering the future of the blog. It has, in case you hadn't noticed, Internets, fallen into some disrepair. So I wonder if it is time to demolish it and build a playground instead, renovate it into expensive condominiums, or leave it be, allowing it to continue gathering cobwebs. Shall I let the community newspapers pile up at the door, or try to get a grant for building affordable housing? Will a historical commission argue that the blog should not be demolished, but preserved for posterity? Isn't there something a bit embarrassing about an abandoned blog? Perhaps our personal blog should be resurrected, and we could just post photos of our kids and complain about our hair, and not have the burden of all those posts about Jose Padilla we meant to write and didn't.

Ari cried last night because he realized that the real Barosaurus, the real real one, that was actually alive at one time, was killed by that asteroid that caused the dinosaurs to go extinct. He has a friend Barosaurus in his head, next to his enormous rhino. My son cried for the death of a dinosaur a bazillion years ago. This is the kind of thing that I feel any urge to write about at all, these days, despite the pain that all that torture causes me. But should I write such things on a blog that originated to complain about politics? (It turns out, by the way, that the Barosaurus was actually extinct long before that asteroid hit.)

If I admit that I don't, right now, feel like writing about politics, does this make me a bad citizen? If writing about politics was my main means of participating, then am I giving up participation? Can I have a political blog that takes huge hiatuses into purely personal territory? Should I have a personal blog that sometimes talks about politics? How personal? We have tried to maintain a thin anonymity on this blog, mostly to stymie employer google searches. (And mortifying blog moments like the one involving the rabbi. Don't ask.)

What is this blog for, anyway? Who is reading it? Shouldn't I just email my damn friends instead of using the blog to tell them what is happening in my life? It's 2007. How should I spend my diminished free time? Is the blog guilt worth it, when I have child guilt, medical bill mixup guilt, garden guilt, and laundry guilt in ample amounts already?

And finally, I do have a husband who does sometimes post here. What does he think of all this? What do you, my few but faithful readers, think of it?