Ahem, ahem, I will speak now
I am having the greatest of difficulties (as far as one could say when referring to an internal blog dilemma) deciding what is going on with my electronic mediums. On the one hand, I want to write something respectable and useful to the world - maybe about technology. However, I have an overwhelming interest in churning out random drivel based on my personal experiences and life (which I am doubtful anyone cares about).
Let us examine option the first. The more I read different versions of the same thing on blogs and blogs and blogs (and blogs!) around the internet, I feel that my meager contributions would be unnecessary. Take this Nokia and Microsoft business, for example. Stephen Elop’s letter about the ‘burning platform’ was regurgitated in various forms on at least 10 blogs I pay some attention to. If you were to graph ‘blogs Ashley pays some attention to’ with ‘all blogs out there in the world’ you would find that the the BAPSA bar would be but a small line on a larger bar composed mostly of ABOTITW. We didn’t even need my imaginary visualization to know that there was A LOT of repetitive coverage. Whilst I am very happy for the breadth of press out there and democratization of journalism, these posts typically said exactly the same thing without adding anything. Then there was a lot of “It’s Microsoft! It’s Microsoft! Here’s why: we’ve decoded a TWEET” which was a bit informative, but still many times duplicitous.
To write about a topic like this, writers tend to differentiate themselves with different angles. TechCrunch seems particularly fond of covering non-topic, future-maybe-topics. “Blurry black plastic and glass rectangle probably the new spacetravelingphoneblet” is one example that didn’t happen but could have. An angle, an angle, I need an angle. So I was thinking.. I need to think about this some more.
When I look at the two previous posts here, which are indeed from my past and more upstanding blog, I can’t help but feel bored. I still think it’s interesting stuff, but I was using my grown-up voice, and let’s face it, that voice is a fraud. Well, like I said, I need to think about this some more. And while I think about it, I shall take my Focus Culebro out for a frigid flexing of wings on this low-lit Berlin Sunday afternoon, during which I shall fly. That’s option two speaking up for itself.