« Another One Broken | Main | The Genius of Michel Gondry » 14 Dec 2006 05:31 pm 'Lost Intimacy"It's an interesting concept and this reader thought of it reading this post yesterday on blogging:
I wouldn't call the intimacy that a blog creates between a blogger and readers "false". There are about a dozen readers whom I have really gotten to know over the years and correspond with often. I feel I know them. I rarely meet them, but when I did recently in L.A., it was a delight. The physical meeting merely solidified a virtual friendship that was real. But then there's the geniune false intimacy in which I think I know someone like Glenn Reynolds and even call him by his first name, but I've only ever met him once. In that sense, I'd say my sense of intimacy isn't false. Rather, I am genuinely intimate with a persona - "Instapundit" - rather than a person - "Glenn Reynolds." That's why I really don't take blog-flames and personal insults personally. Because they are directed at the blogger me, not the full me. The flamers are intimate with the mask all writing demands. Occasionally, I realize how false the mask can be. Some people I've met who only know me from the blog are surprised that I come off rather differently in person. The intimacy they felt from the blog was merely with the persona, not the person. As for forced intimacy, I couldn't agree more. I routinely remove phones from their jacks and rarely answer my own cell-phone. I use it almost entirely for out-calls and meeting up at airports and the like. I'm amazed by how many people have become slaves to their devices and to the needs and demands of strangers and friends. These are just my impressions. I'm sure readers have other ones. TrackBack URL for this entry:http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451c45669e200d835728fbd69e2 Listed below are links to weblogs that reference ''Lost Intimacy"' |
