May 23rd, 2008

E-love

I love to read about bloggnig

The NY Times has posted an article that's going to be in this Sunday's magazine, about an early blogger named Emily and how blogging affected her life. I don't think I can make it through all ten pages this morning, but I'll read it eventually. I agreed in part with this statement: "I think most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there’s a place where a record of their existence is kept — a house with an always-open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you." I didn't, however, agree when she said telling people your pet has cancer is oversharing.

Last month, I was entranced by this story about people blogging during breakups. In some ways, the behavior described in that article seemed like oversharing, but in other ways it really hit a lot of what I think the purpose of blogs are: to show other people that they are not alone in their struggles, and, sometimes, to help them understand how to deal with the problems that come their way. "Each week Laurie and a divorced friend have a glass of wine and tape their discussions of the day’s topics — spas, their boyfriends, Eliot Spitzer — and then post to the web." To me, it sounds like a public service. At any rate, it was a good read, and much easier to get through during the working day than the other one.
London Biker

More gym tales

I went to the gym today (third time this week, somehow I'm managing) and did a new machine to keep it up - the "elliptical trainer," aka the cross-country skiing machine. It was really complex for me and I felt like I was in National Lampoon's Trip To The Gym. I got tired out really fast and could tell I was using a lot of different muscles. Even going slow it was really tiring, and while I made it to ten minutes the first two were obviously not cardio if you discount any elevation to my heart rate caused by the fear of falling off the thing - and I wasn't able to get comfortable enough to go fast enough to get my heart rate over 150 (though 146 was close). I finished up on the bike for 12 minutes (reading The Big Over Easy), then did my best to keep from falling as I took my rubbery-leggged self down the stairs to the showers. Man!

Tonight: shadowdaddy's play at the Arcola. Show time is 8:15 PM. Will anyone be joining us?