Why do we blog? It really is a lot of work, but people do it mostly for free. We blog about family, but also about work, about science, about politics, and we comment and answer and try to make it a part of our lives. In fact, it seems it is not a question of trying, but of not helping it.
I started this blog a few months ago with this subject in mind: the compulsion to blog. I think I can go back to this now…
Coyne’s rules for someone who is writing on the net are very useful. Grow a thicker skin and do better yourself. Do you agree?
Reader Barry kindly alerted Chris Arnade on Twi**er to the post I wrote yesterday . As you may recall, that post criticized Arnade’s piece in the Guardian arguing that atheism is a luxury for the wealthy.
Arnade replied with a series of tw**ts :
In his first, he promised Barry to retweet my piece if I spelled his name correctly. Indeed, I think I spelled it three different ways in the first version, including “Arnaud,” which is embarrassing. (The post was written in one go with no proofing.) After Barry informed me of this tw**t, I corrected the spelling. And I apologize for the errors.
Then, the retweet. Note that my photo on Twi**er is of Pia, Hili’s predecessor (she had only one tooth, a front fang, and so she always looked as if she was grimacing):
But of course Arnade didn’t agree with my piece (he doesn’t say why…
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Do you know what this is?
But not quite yet. Now we must endure bellyaches, the soporific enjoyment of gifts, the childish movies on TV.
Don’t get me wrong: this is wonderful! And we can always blog!