6 August, 1997

Phase Shift

Online journals are spreading through my social circle about as fast as Pilots did. Everyone was talking about Ceej's journal today -- specifically about Clarion, and if her Clarion experiences were representative. Somehow this spread into a larger discussion of why we read the diaries we read. I pointed Bryant to Gabby and to Nigel. He cursed me for making his reading list longer, but he seems to be reading both sites now.

Inevitably, of course, the people I know have started writing as well as reading.

  • Liralen has been doing occasional public journal entries for years, but now she's actually writing daily.

  • Bryant angsted for a while about the ethical and moral questions of doing a journal. He decided instead to do 1000-words, which lets him write daily without worrying too much.

  • Bryant talked about 1000-words to some people online, which apparently inspired Kit to put her writing on the web.

Is that it? Will more of my friends feel the need to start doing an online diary? Is it just a phase? Will everyone give up after a few weeks? Will they be discouraged by writing daily for an audience, or will they get so involved in the community that they slide away from the rest of the online crowd?

I'm curious, curious, curious. I see why they're intrigued -- it's the same reasons I'm intrigued. But does it mean anything, or is it only a blip on the screen?

More people I used to only know in person have started mudding -- Rachel, Harold, Al. It makes me incredibly happy in a sense. I'm able to talk to Rachel while at work, instead of only once a week! I can tell Al my latest Mage ideas soon after I have them! There's none of the formality of email; telling people things on a mud is like dropping them casually in conversation. I can mention things without worrying that they'll be unduly weighted. There's a spontaneity to the interactions that lets me see a new side of these people.

On the other hand, it makes me feel like my world, already small, is getting steadily smaller. Where does it stop?

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Friday I'm going to Chicago. Oh, good grief.


©1997 Cera Kruger

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