Blogging is not something I tend to take terribly seriously. I share sentiments with Sherlock that some people should “stop inflicting their opinions on the world”. To me, blogging is like having a journal. That’s being written on the side of a building. In really large letters. Using a particularly annoying font.
This is not to say I am absolutely opposed to blogging. I’m sure there is a corner where a blog can be more than just the random musings and babbling of the author. I have noticed blogging, podcasting, and vlogging has become the go-to format for anyone with an opinion or a hankering to randomly muse and babble. Along with Twitter, Vines, and any number of methods people can use to garner their 15 minutes of fame.
This is not to say I am absolutely against using the internet for such content. I’ve come across a few examples over the years that I have found well worth the perusal. Very few. Almost microscopic in the ratio. Even then, I haven’t kept reading them. Either I read them for a review or other information I’m looking for at the time, or the blog belongs to someone I know and/or am interested in.
I suppose this is where I admit to having my own blog. One that is a couple years old. And has maybe 4 entries. The same arguments I have for not reading blogs are the same for not writing blogs. Why would anyone care about the random things generated by my brain?
So, we come to this class on Digital Storytelling. Part of the class includes blogging (as indicated by my putting my thoughts to pixel), but is not limited to blogs, which is primarily text. We will be learning about the use of test, images, and sound to tell a story. Maybe a true story. Maybe a story with truth. Perhaps it will be my own story.