Really, it was impressive. Like a grad school paper looking for a grad school (1).
I was reminded of it today as I found myself back reading through a bunch of postings on a blog that I used to visit daily but wandered away from as postings became fewer and farther between.
And between the time that I left and came back a lot had happened. I mean, A LOT.
Remember those seemingly perfect lives I mentioned a few posts ago? The ones where people suddenly woke up and discovered their lives had changed utterly and completely?
That kind of change.
It strikes me that I read a lot of the blogs that I read for the same reason that I love really good non-fiction. It's the thing that Ira Glass and those mad geniuses over at This American Life learned a long time ago.
Life really can be this amazing, complicated, utterly frustrating thing. The really good writers (2) are able to capture that reality and transform it into something that can fit squarely in the palm of your hand. Like a note passed in the back row of class.
The really bad ones?
Well, you just really irritate me (3).
1. Or a drunken ramble looking for a bar. Either way.
2. Whether it's for a book or a blog or that audio Graceland that is This American Life.
3. What can I say. Things were getting a little touchy feely.