Don't Call Me Precious
There's a blog I took off my reader recently after giving it several months to prove itself. It was a gorgeous blog. Every picture looked like a piece of art, every entry, poetic.
And every time it popped up on my reader, I ended up clicking 'delete'.
It's not that I don't appreciate beautiful posts. Far from it. After all, I am a classically trained artist. I eat this stuff up.
But the blogger never gave any useful information (supposedly her blog was about homesteading). It never invited me (the reader) to interact, or share, or learn. If she would have thrown in a few good informational posts along with her warm-fuzzy posts, I would have visited happily.
Instead, her blog was performance art and my only function was to clap and approve.
I don't think so, Sparky.
From the postcard perfect scenery shots to posts about objects that were of a specific color. It all felt so contrived. And while many of her readers oohed and aahed about the beautiful place she called home, I couldn't help feeling deceived. It was staged. Choreographed so that even the ugly bits looked artistic.
It was precious.
That's not what homesteading is about. Not to me anyway.
My writing isn't precious either. I don't wax poetic, nor do I immerse you in so much description that you forget what I was talking about.
I try to make you feel what I feel without going all Baroque on you.
I simply can't do precious.
It is entirely possible that Greg is right and I don't have a human heart, therefore I can't appreciate 'precious' for the warm-fuzzy bunny that it is.
So what say you, guys? Are 'precious' blog posts that appealing or is Greg right, and I really do have the heart of Medusa pumping in my chest?
hmm...that might explain the snake-hair.
And every time it popped up on my reader, I ended up clicking 'delete'.
It's not that I don't appreciate beautiful posts. Far from it. After all, I am a classically trained artist. I eat this stuff up.
But the blogger never gave any useful information (supposedly her blog was about homesteading). It never invited me (the reader) to interact, or share, or learn. If she would have thrown in a few good informational posts along with her warm-fuzzy posts, I would have visited happily.
Instead, her blog was performance art and my only function was to clap and approve.
I don't think so, Sparky.
From the postcard perfect scenery shots to posts about objects that were of a specific color. It all felt so contrived. And while many of her readers oohed and aahed about the beautiful place she called home, I couldn't help feeling deceived. It was staged. Choreographed so that even the ugly bits looked artistic.
It was precious.
That's not what homesteading is about. Not to me anyway.
My writing isn't precious either. I don't wax poetic, nor do I immerse you in so much description that you forget what I was talking about.
I try to make you feel what I feel without going all Baroque on you.
I simply can't do precious.
It is entirely possible that Greg is right and I don't have a human heart, therefore I can't appreciate 'precious' for the warm-fuzzy bunny that it is.
So what say you, guys? Are 'precious' blog posts that appealing or is Greg right, and I really do have the heart of Medusa pumping in my chest?
hmm...that might explain the snake-hair.
Comments
Since we only have a limited amount of time and usually so much more things we want to do than time to do them, I guess we should choose our pass-times carefully. Some people need beauty, those blogs are for them. Some people want tons of facts, they have to find other blogs.
And I don't think you have the heart of Medusa. That's mine. (^v^)
Ref: And I don't think you have the heart of Medusa. That's mine.
LOL! You realize, we could be related. Medusa had two sisters.
I'm with you on wanting more than a performance. I want information, or at least something interesting or witty.
You're not evil for getting rid of the blog. If you aren't going to read it why have it in your reader annoying you every day?
But you're right. I have to purge blogs every so often. I usually give them several months because sometimes content is cyclical. I might run into a few posts that I can't identify with and then BAM!, they say something brilliant.
And since you stopped by, I get to add you to my reader. Thanks for commenting!
Hope you're having a good Tuesday.
Ref: I don't think you have a black heart.
That's because you're way too nice--and I have a mean husband...who's lived with me too many years. :o)
I'm passing along an award to you. Enjoy!
Keep it on the down-low, 'k? We don't want to scare the nice people.
I want either information or something else to make me want to comment. Period. I'm not looking for an art lesson.
I can't believe that! Oh, god. Now I'll never get that image out of my head.
Greg always calls me a witch...or at least, I think he says 'witch'.
hmm...