Friday, December 10, 2010

The Hum Drum

You get plenty of hum drum daily life stuff from me don't you? I can write more if you like? No chorus of yes please? No doubt it causes some eye rolling for some, but you know, I like reading blogs that talk about the personal. Is it a modern version of a one sided over the side fence chat with a neighbour? No, of course not. Even in a carelessly written blog like mine, you only read what I want you to know. I haz me secrets. Thinking more, I suppose you would only tell your neighbour over the fence what you wanted them to hear.

But from reading a blog that is often personal, you do build up a mental picture of the author. I will leave local out of it and just mention a couple of overseas blogs I have been reading for a long long time. Living in foreign countries as an import fascinates me. Our friend in Japan is one such person. Boy, could she have written an interesting blog.

Walt and Ken are Americans living in a small village in France. They don't write about nuclear disarmament, just about their lives. Long ago I learnt that stereotypical Americans do exist, but I also learnt that the majority are not stereotypical. Apart from Ken's and Walt's adding Farenheight temperatures to their posts, they could be from anywhere in the English speaking world, yet they live in a non English speaking world.

Scott used to live not too far from my sister when she lived in Murrumbeena here in Melbourne. Now he and his partner live in Liverpool, England. How where and why did that happen and what happened along the way and how well did it work out? I know from what Scott has written, although as I said, you only read what the author wants you to know. I've enjoyed the walk with Scott but I think I will have to live in England to ever get a grip of their ever mysterious boilers.

In the reverse is Pants, who while Australian born, spent much of her life in England and has resettled in Australia. At times she reads like she has moved to a foreign country. From Hackney Wick and the sale of her flat, via India, she arrived to settle in a seaside country town in Victoria and her readers have walked alongside her and mentally transmitted thoughts of encouragement.

One thing for sure, blog reading can be very educational in ways you could never otherwise find.

9 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:45 am

    Was that a hint??? V.

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  2. Too late now V. I told you in the past you should write a blog. Now you are a well adjusted Ozzie living in Japan. Seriously, it is never too late. Your emails alone would have made an interesting blog. Ha, we have saved them all. I will make a blog for you and publish them...oh, remembering some personal content, maybe not. You could make a blog extremely personal, but that restricts you. I would suggest you invent clever names for locations and people, such as the TGGFI, the gifted gabber from Ireland, or MHW, my hot workmate. It kind of depends on how much you want to say on your blog, as how much you want to disguise.

    I can't believe how no friends or family or neighbours haven't found mine. You are the only person who I know from the past who reads it.

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  3. Yes, boilers are a great mystery...

    It's also true what you say about blogs: they are a public face, not a private one. For me part of this stems from having been a teacher - I have had to be careful about the types of things I publish as I never know when the kids might discover the blog (my friend Archerr was a case in point). Also my blog is read by family and friends, so there is always a bit of self censorship going on. I'm a fairly optimistic kind of person for the most part, and though I do face challenges at times, there are some things that I wouldn't write about for fear of boring you all with my petty worries.

    Now, about our run from the law in Melbourne...

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  4. It's my social life to read what everyone is up to :P
    It beats calling Chaddy " a social outing" lol.

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  5. With your job Scott, it would be a fine line. Note I don't talk about work and I have moderated what I say about friends in family now, just in case. Your blog must save you an awful lot of emails and phone calls. Family and friends can see what you are up to. Do take care. If they can lock Assange up, you will never be safe.

    Jayne, it is nice to socialise without leaving your chair. I went past Chadstone a couple of days ago and it was like a vortex, sucking cars in from all directions.

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  6. Anonymous6:58 pm

    I love your suggested psudonyms! While I enjoy reading your blog and making the odd comment, I've never really had the urge to set up my own blog. Not sure why really. V.

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  7. I was just thinking today that blogging is the new penpals! Of course you've got a wider potential audience, but it's still connecting with strangers who have something in common with you - or at least can relate to what you write!

    Happy travels!!

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  8. Of course you realised who I was referring to Vik. Yes, some people just don't have blogs even though they can write well. Some of us who don't write well have them.

    Very much so Red. Spot on. Although you might be less circumspect with a penpal. I tried for penpals when I was younger but never succeeded really. I even tried in the early days of the net via email. It felt a bit forced. My Mother had a penpal, a Mrs Foster in England, who she corresponded with until she died. I recall Mother reading out loud a letter from her after Churchill died. Mrs Foster was grief stricken.

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  9. Its an amazing thing to have discovered - I came here via an old family friend who was a doctor of all things (odd for me) he used to obtain special medication for Don which couldn't be obtained in Australia - took a risk getting them to us from the US - they were'nt illegal but he was saving us money - sadly this wonderful man died just after Don - and the world was much poorer for his passing

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