I remember when I was a teenager I used to think that the internet would make more people literate and, more importantly, better writers. I don’t think that’s happened, sadly.

I’m almost embarassed to tell people I have a blog. Yes, I appreciate the small circle of people who take the time to read it, but I don’t think it amounts to anything more than my randon BS observations about things nobody cares about. Nothing more, nothing less.

Im the old days (1999?) people didn’t brag about keeping a journal or diary, or that they wrote short and pithy essays on the tiny thoughts running through their head. Then along came the internet.

I actually had a blog once that lots of people read, and even though it’s been gone for six years, folks still mention it to me. Why? Because they work in the media and the blog was about them, so naturally they think it was significant. I try to tell them that it was just a buch of nonsense, but some of them still insist that it was important. We’ll just have to agree to disagree.

But I still write. Why? Because I find it very satisfying to write something that I enjoy reading back to myself.  Some will say that makes me a narcissist. Oh, well.

The good thing about blogs is that people write much more than they used to. That can’t be bad — but following the same logic,  just as bottled water has cured dehydration, blogs have cured illiteracy.