Sometimes I don’t know why the heck I still have a site. I hardly ever update it. It is strange where the internet has gone in the past 15 years. When I first started out, I was hand coding each entry to my website. Writing long, detailed entries about my feelings and thoughts, my opinions, my life, my heart. In fact, any other blog site was like that. There was no WYSIWYG programs like wordpress, and Facebook didn’t yet exist. Needless to say, then, at the time, only those who were truly dedicated to writing journal entries ever had a personal website for writing. Now, every Dick, Jane, and Sally can have a website, and it doesn’t have to be substantial at all.

My site, for instance. Case in point.

We’ve gone from writing about our lives in detail to existing in the fast food world of drive-by, spontaneous, yet pointless one-line updates on Twitter, or through Facebook statuses. It’s kind of sad that we would rather take 2 seconds to let people know what we’re having for lunch and when we last played the Wii Fit, instead of taking a few hours writing out our thoughts on the world. I would like to believe that people care more about my thoughts than my sandwich, but does that make it any easier to take some time out of each day to write some more? Not really.

So here I am, writing about silly things like the evolution of blogging. Sometimes, I write about other silly things like wireless security systems or baby play mats. Argh. The only consolation is that I do have a journal site somewhere out there that I keep generally private, but I still don’t update it all that often, unfortunately.

Well, I’ll keep on plugging, I suppose.