What with all of the discussion that our arrival here in our new digs has engendered, I was particularly struck by this recent post by Will Wilkinson about how much blogging has changed in the ten-plus years some of us have been doing this:
A personal blog, a blog that is really your own, and not a channel of the The Daily Beast or Forbes or The Washington Post or what have you, is an iterated game with the purity of non-commercial social intercourse. The difference between hanging out and getting paid to hang out. Anyway, in old-school blogging, you put things out there, broadcast bits of your mind. You just give it away and in return maybe you get some attention, which is nice, and some gratitude, which is even nicer. The real return, though, is in the conclusions people draw about you based on what you have said, about what what you have said says about you, about what it means relative to what you used to say. People form expectations about you. They start to imagine a character of you, start to write a little story about you. Some of this is validating, some is irritating, and some is downright hateful. In any case it all contributes to self-definition, helps the blogger locate and comprehend himself as a node in the social world. We all lost something when the first-gen blogs and bloggers got bought up. Or, at any rate, those bloggers lost something. I’m proud of us all, but there’s also something ruinous about our success, such as it is. We left the garden behind.
I think there are some definite virtues to the new regime — that’s why I’m here! — but I also think Will raises some good points. I maintained a more personal blog in college and law school (now dead of neglect — destroy and forget!) and it was different from what I do now. Not necessarily better or worse, but different.