Granted, blogging is an exercise in solipsism.
Granted, blogging about blogging is a narcissistic indulgence.
Granted, the repetition of a word as ugly as "blog" clogs paragraphs, each one a log jammed down the craw of some unsuspecting tributary.
Therefore, the following posts will be pompous, sound vainglorious and look beastly.
You have been warned.
They wrote regularly in keeping blogs, they learned little things that are things in keeping blogs, they learned many little things that are things in keeping blogs, they wrote blogs every day, they wrote regularly, they wrote blogs, they wrote blogs the same length of time every day, they wrote blogs, they wrote quite regularly blogs.
Posted by: eb | Sunday, 14 January 2007 at 09:27 PM
There are blog blogs. These are things we blog about that we blog. There are blog unblogs. That is to say, there are things that we blog that we don't blog about. But there are also unblog unblogs. There are things we don't blog about us not blogging.
Posted by: Adam Roberts | Monday, 15 January 2007 at 07:46 AM
Blog it on!
Posted by: Gwynn Dujardin | Monday, 15 January 2007 at 10:03 AM
Well, we blog what we know, and we all know blogs. I related my post on Bataille and Weil to blogs largely in an effort to help my readers to give a damn. Blogs are, you know, the one thing all bloggers have in common.
Posted by: uncomplicatedly | Monday, 15 January 2007 at 01:52 PM
Rev up the blog, and start the dialogue.
Hey, that rhymes.
No one ever said I was a poet.
Posted by: Anna Hiller | Monday, 15 January 2007 at 02:52 PM