I caught a small section of a discussion on NPR this morning about blogging. Turns out there are good blogs and bad blogs -- the good ones post links to the world, offer well conceived op-ed articles re: said links, and stay away, far away, from discussions of one's PhD dissertation and/or daily trip to the grocery store. I realized that I'm the proud owner of a bad blog. A blog so full of navel gazing that at times it takes one into the belly of the beast, a blog so unaware of an audience beyond the author and the author's intimates that its status as "public" material is almost laughable.

But I'm okay with that. And as a weird matter of fact, when I visit the good blogs, the blogs of note with more links than text, I find myself wanting to read about someone's favorite movie or recent trip to the grocery store, so long as it includes the sale price for bumblebee tuna fish and/or a side note about the metronome used in the bedroom scene.

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Note: I don't eat tuna fish but my grandmother did, and always knew when it was on sale.

Note: Bedroom scene sounds a little steamy. Reference taken from a conversation with sunshine about Morgan Freeman sleeping with a metronome, and how commonly real people lack these fun, artistic little quirks.

Note: Umbilicus. I wonder if the phrase navel gazing comes from Freud at all...

Note: Nope: OED: 1856 R. A. VAUGHAN Hours with Mystics I. VI. vii. 300 "They call these devotees *Navel-contemplators"