Every time I travel to Penn State for a visit – about once per semester – I leave the borough of State College with mixed feelings that seem to slightly cloud my first few days back in reality.
My weekends surrounded by the blue and white are always fabulous. Filled with plenty of laughs, crazy times, drunken debauchery (of sorts) and occasionally new friends, it’s easy to depart Pennsylvania feeling a bit more nostalgic and missing my college life oodles more than the day I arrived.
But – and perhaps this is a sign that I truly am growing up despite my attempts not to entirely – I also leave State College a little happy, anxious to return to the adulthood I’ve created for myself in North Carolina. I strangely start looking forward to lounging on my couch, in sweats, with my puppy and watching TV all night, rather than putting on my sexiest heels and tightest cleavage-exposing shirt as I head to the bar.
I typically expect to feel old and somewhat more mature diving head first back into college fun for a few days, but it’s a strange morose, glum mood that accompanies those sentiments as my brief vacation comes to a close. Days like today, only 24 hours after making my way back home, I find myself lingering somewhere between happy and longing for the weekend that passed and relieved and excited to have it end. Bizarre, right?
It’s easy to anticipate eventually noting a significant detachment from those college years, hitting that point where it’s clear how truly over those “glory days” are. Is this what that feels like? Because, if so, I never supposed it’d arrive while I still had students for friends and people there to visit. When I was married and had kids, perhaps, but not while I’m still only 24 years old, out of school just more than two years, and always longing to return to State College even if for a brief moment.
Is this something different? Maybe just a recognition that I am, indeed, getting older and farther from those days I so completely miss… As I type this post, that seems to be the most logical reasoning because why else – if choosing the former option – would such excitement envelop me in the weeks leading to my Penn State arrival as well as my total happiness throughout the weekend (and I will note that I had an AMAZING time this past weekend, without a doubt!).
Maybe it’s all just another part of growing up and leaving behind the college life I loved so much. Maybe it’s because there are things I would change about how I spent my PSU days, or maybe because I look at all those who are still students and I’m completely filled with jealousy at what they’re just starting to experience. Or hey, maybe I just totally miss the lack of responsibility or care for anything in the world other than fun.
I’m sure a variety of factors and feelings are contributing to my mediocre mood today – and a cold I seemingly got at Penn State is surely not helping – but either way, when this passes and I start planning for my next trip to State College, at least I’ll remember what to expect. Sure, I knew this time, at least to some extent, but writing it now, today, as I’m feeling it seemed like a wise decision.
I suppose the real question is: Will these feelings and emotions change my desire to jump on a plane and fly 500 miles north again in a few months? Will I forego the pure exhiliration of seeing friends, partying, shopping and happily laughing my way through a weekend because I might feel a bit “blah” afterward? Likely not. I can always deal with a little “meh” for something as amazing as a Penn State weekend because, when it truly comes down to it, that place and everything about it will run through my veins forevermore. After all, like the PSU saying goes, I bleed blue and white, and really, I’m not sure I’d have it any other way.
Filed under: Pourquoi?, Such a quandry, What were they thinking?, Yet another girl in the blogosphere
I think the New York Times summed it up best when they said “When the Thrill of Blogging is Gone…” in a recent article.
To those of us who run in the same (or nearly the same) blogging circles, the disappearance of many popular bloggers is becoming more and more noticeable. Others are changing the way they blog, simplifying their techniques and sporadically posting rather than regularly providing readers with quips and banter.
The amazing Arjewtino called it quits in early April, saying he “just didn’t have it in” him anymore. At the same time, the ARW (…the almost right word) said she’d be back “at some indeterminable time,” yet few of us had heard much from her since, quite unfortunately. And most recently, SO@24 bid farewell to his loyal readers earlier this month.
And then bloggers like RS27 and Chris from Surviving Myself are reformatting their blogging methods while others – such as GoLightly’s MegKathleen, Wild ARS Chase’s Andy and Kendall from The Odd Duckling – have stepped away from their keyboards and taken “temporary” leaves from their sites, much to the dismay of readers who hope they return to the blogosphere in time.
Has blogging become our generation’s 21st century version of pogs or the Tamagotchi? Is this just another trend that us 20-somethings flock toward then swiftly ditch within a matter of months or years? Will our blogs be little more than a “phase” in our lives, just like those toys of our prepubescent days?
I’m beginning to think so, although I’d love for someone to prove me wrong.
As the aforementioned NYTimes article notes, some people seem to board the blogging ship with dreams of treasure and fame. The moment those distant hopes turn to ill-fated desires, bloggers abandon the deck and swim toward land before drowning in a sub-par-writing sea. Others remain at the hull, braving the storms and riding through, until boredom arises and life on land, away from the blogosphere oceans, seems more appealing*.
Regardless, many great bloggers are departing this Internet-world for a variety of reasons and most of us are likely wondering “who’s next?”
Will it be that blogger you check daily, soaking up every written word, wishing his or her life was your own? Will it be that person who rarely has much to say, but when he/she does, it’s extremely thought-provoking? Or could it be your favorite photo-blogger, fashion-blogger, news-blogger that says farewell? It could be me**, it could be you, it could be Joe Schmo, but someone else is bound to fall victim to blogger-death sooner than later.
And because of that, I’ve compiled a few tips for anyone who feels that demise is imminent:
- Write for yourself. Once you start shaping your blog around the opinions and thoughts of others, the writing becomes contrived and you won’t necessarily feel as happy with the words you’ve shared.
- Creating a blog in the hopes of it becoming a book/movie/anything else is ridiculous (really, this goes back to the first tip). The NYTimes article notes that, according to Technorati, “at any given time there are 7 million to 10 million active blogs on the Internet.” Of those, less than 100,000 have a sizeable audience. That’s a very small margin of hope in making a blog more than just ramblings on the Internet.
- Vowing to blog every day is unwise. Personally, I think people are more likely to continue blogging if they do it when/if inspiration happens. Forcing yourself to write something each day, whether or not you have anything to say, could potentially make for less appealing postings, thus a slow demise.
- Quality over quantity. Sure, TONS of readers are great. But sometimes, a few dedicated readers who actually enjoy your work is better than hundreds of readers who comment only because they want you to “follow” their blog, too. Don’t get bogged down or frustrated by lower-than-preferred readership (again, back to the first tip!). Just because the hoards aren’t flocking to your blog doesn’t mean what you have to say is any less interesting than someone who regularly receives 1,000 hits. Maybe that person networks better, has stirred more word of mouth or simply make his/her presence known on more blogs than you currently do. It’s a combination of factors, if you ask me.
So if you’re reading this and thinking about jumping ship, maybe I helped talk you into riding the waves a bit longer. Personally, I’m finding this an enjoyable and rather cathartic ride and I hope to keep trudging through with my 12 readers intact, ha.
What, if any, tips can we add to this list? Because really, none of us want to turn around and watch another beloved blogger disappear any time soon. Maybe, just maybe, we can prove this blogging-trend will hold out longer than our Tamagotchi digital pets did.
* I may have overdone the “pirate ship/sea” analogy just a wee bit.
** No worries, I have no plans of “peacing out” yet.
Move over Jon and Kate Gosselin. See you later Duggars. There’s a new family in TLC-town.
Following in the footsteps of some fairly-successful reality-TV households will not be an easy task, but the Hayes family and their soon-to-be-debuted show, “Table for 12,” seem ready for the undertaking. After all, three sets of multiples – Eric and Betty Hayes have two sets of twins and sextuplets – practically guarantees you one season in the TLC spotlight these days. Before you blink your eyes, the defamed Nadya Suleman and her 14 children, including a set of octuplets, will grace your HD-TV sets one hour per week (this is not on the agenda yet for TLC, but it’ll happen sooner or later, guaranteed!).
Whenever or however this fascination with outrageously large families started is beyond me, but it’s become fairly obvious over the last few years that it’s not disappearing. In fact, the charm and attraction just might be multiplying … by a lot.
If I wander over to TLC and “Jon & Kate Plus 8” while my boyfriend lounges with me on the couch, he quickly refers to it as “the scariest show ever” before asking me to try another television option. Eight kids? In a country where the average family consists of approximately two children, four times as many can be a bit daunting, to say the least.
But that’s part of the appeal; the fact that the majority of us will never have the same number of mouths to feed as a typical set of dinnerware China. So it becomes fairly interesting to watch another family react to that amount of stress and responsibility.
However, when the Duggars emerged with their small country-sized litter, I was a bit dismayed. Their family did not carry the same allure. Clearly with a dozen and a half children – their show was originally “17 Kids and Counting,” but then Mama Duggar gave birth and now they’re “18 Kids and Counting” – one becomes somewhat curious how any parents can cope. But after watching one episode and realizing that this family grew to 20 individuals (including parents) on purpose, the excitement swiftly fizzles.
Need I even mention the fact that they have a MASSIVE house and clearly enough money to adequately support their ginormus family? I thought not.
I will note, however, that what makes this family different than the others is their strict Christian values, their modest dress (they all dress alike though, and that is strange) and their willingness to continue having children until God takes away that ability (so bizarre!). This is one family that clearly sways away from the norm other than procreating repeatedly for 21 years.
Seeing the obvious success of these two families and their lives prominently displayed on cable television, TLC apparently decided another larger-than-usual family was just what their programming needed. Cue the Hayes horde.
I completely grasp the concept of taking something profitable and running with it, but a company can still attain repeated hits while remaining unique. Take “Little People, Big World” for example. How much airtime do little people truly get? Not much, and that’s what draws an audience into this specific show. But the Hayes? I’m sorry, but TLC’s preview of “Table for 12” looks exactly like “Jon and Kate Plus 8,” except two extra kids are hanging out, waiting for supper time, and they all have red hair.
One show about a large family? Fabulous. Two? Still pretty decent since the families are quite different. Three? Well, it just might be too much of a good thing. I guess we’ll find out when the Hayes premiere later this month.
I hate throwing things away. Notes from my high school boyfriend, pictures of friends I now loathe (yes, loathe), mementos from my eighth grade field trip to Baltimore … these are just a few of the many things collecting dust in several shoe boxes throughout my house.
It only seems logical then that I would also save voicemails for extended periods of time. And, one could easily assume that since I’m the only one with the password to said voicemails, saving them for years – mmhmm, years – would matter very little because only I can retrieve them.
So if I need a good laugh, or just a mild giggle, I can pick up the phone and listen to one of my good guy friends explaining how Justin Timberlake taught him how to dance in a drunken stupor. Or I can hear former roommates telling me how much they miss me now that I’ve moved 500 miles away.
But the first saved voicemail I always encounter is my most recent ex-boyfriend – a relationship that last 3+ years and ended early 2008. It’s a voicemail from late 2005 during a brief interlude from our coupledom without which we would not have gotten back together. And it’s a message that I saved for the last several years because of this; because it always meant so much to me as the catalyst for reuniting.
Though, I cannot recall the last time I listened to that particular voicemail. I’d hear his voice – “Hey MinD, um…” – and push 9 – “Resaved. Next message.” – and then do the same thing 20-some days later when greeted with “the following message will be deleted from your mailbox.” And yet, even now, months after the relationship has ended and he, too, has put 500 miles distance between us, I cannot hit 7 – “Message deleted.”
At what point does continually resaving this message seem futile? Is it already? Perhaps a bigger picture question: Why can’t I just let this message fall to the wayside? And on an even larger scale, why must I always hold on to things that 1) serve little to no purpose, 2) clutter my home and general life or 3) remind me of things perhaps better left forgotten?
The ex shall always hold a place in my heart and my past, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have every word of that message memorized anyway – I was a 20-year-old girl with a broken heart that December after all. But if I’m just going to continue saving this voicemail – and saving every other piece of my history – when comes the moment where I’m no longer cherishing memories, but holding onto the past?
Several months ago a friend told me I talk about my college experiences far too often, as if the life I lead now just doesn’t measure up. And while my four years at Penn State were the best years of my life thus far, I can’t help but wonder (little Carrie Bradshaw coming out) when I’ll start talking about the new memories I’ve yet to create and leaving the reminders of “better days” behind.
All too often, I’ve stared at the blank page (or screen), wanting to write and almost willing myself to fill the void although nothing comes … except my musings about the inevitable writer’s block.
Since I was a kid and developed a love for writing, a strong emotion or stance on a topic had to completely overwhelm my being in order to adequately create a piece, whether prose, poetry or otherwise. And, in my opinion, some of my best work has come from that bubbling passion forcing my pen to the page.
Then other days, I can blankly gaze at the emptiness with a million thoughts racing through my mind – everything from daily rantings and annoyances to opinions on news and politics (which always struck me as odd considering my extreme novice nature toward that particular subject). And despite my most fervent effort, I’d toss the sheet into the trash or highlight and delete, happily forgetting the blatant crap I tried to pass as intelligent, sound discourse.
At times – rare in comparison to my “writer” attempts – I find myself unable to write the articles I’m paid for, often because the topic does not interest me in any manner. When faced with writing about the impact of our failing economy on junk yards (a topic I was assigned for this upcoming Sunday) or what to do with Fido as you plan your family vacation, I cannot even muster enough journalism knowledge to create a work I’d be proud of by deadline.
Why exactly does it take that passion, that burning urge, to write anything that I’d read repeatedly and still be able to say “wow, that came out really well”? As someone who has chosen journalism as a career path, as someone who hopes to continue growing in the field, and as someone who has been writing for as long as she can remember, why have I not yet developed that talent for sitting down and having the words flow from my hand as if a dam had broken? You would think – and I’ve often assumed, which I seem to do all too often – that I would have a flair for writing on command, be it my own or another’s, by this point. And yet, no dice.
So when will it come? When will I be able to aptly overcome writer’s block whenever I choose? When will I cease blogging about my troubles with this hindrance because I want so badly to write, but have little to say?
Perhaps my title gives the perception that I’m not a fan of Barack Obama, which would be an untrue assumption. However, as a Democrat – though not yet registered in North Carolina, thus I did not vote in the primary election this past May – I should be more excited about my party’s nominee. But nothing inside brings forth the joy that one would think this annoucement should carry.
Instead … I just don’t care. Do I want to see a Democrat finally unseat President Bush? Of course. Any liberally minded individual would want the same. But for me, personally, there has been nothing about Obama – or Hillary Clinton, for that matter – that has made me eager to not only register to vote in this state, but run to the polls to show my support. Absolutely nothing.
I’ve been regularly keeping up with the news. I like to think that part of my job as both a reporter and an informed citizen is staying abreast of current events, so I have read, repeatedly, both Obama and Clinton’s stances on their most important issues, healthcare and Iraq – none of which has jumped out at me and screamed “I should be the next president of the United States.”
This begs just one question … Why?
For months now, the issues at hand for all Democrats, even those like John Edwards who threw their hat into the ring, have been overshadowed by the race to become the party’s representative candidate. And unfortunately, for young, not-so-politically-intelligent people like myself, the national, state and city news oozing from headlines has focused on Democrat versus Democrat for that seat instead of the issues at hand.
Did I care which candidate represented me and my party? No, although many would argue – rightfully so – that I should have a more vested interest in something that will directly effect me for eight potential years. But now that a candidate has been chosen – something that should have occurred long before June – I want to know how Obama stacks up against the Republication candidate-elect, John McCain.
No more Clinton news, no more focusing on superdelegates and state primaries … please focus on the ISSUES and what may make each man right for the job. We aren’t asking him to pump gas, we aren’t forcing him to serve dinner at Denny’s; we are voting for him, choosing him, as the leader of our country and it’s about damn time the news organizations across America begin focusing on this important decision.
I believe I read somewhere – I read a lot of news so my precise source has been long forgotten – that the race between Obama and Clinton lasted 18 months. EIGHTEEEN MONTHS!? And now, with only five months left until Election Day, with only a fraction of time truly remaining, the magnifying glass needs to be placed on these two candidates vying head to head for the country’s most important role. I’m sick of being uninformed by general news organizations who placed a skewed focus on the entire presidential election when dispersing information.
Could I have turned to CNN, MSNBC, etc. for the news I was lacking? Yes, but the point is that I shouldn’t have to. I should be able to turn to the widely read news organizations that I utilize each day for that information and because it wasn’t there, I’ve missed a great deal. It’s time to play catch up – and I’m talking to you, Associated Press – because the real story is Obama versus McCain and what each man could do for our plummeting country. My uninformed, currently apathetic self would like to see a Democrat at the helm when Bush’s reign is over, but I’d like to make sure Obama is the right man before I cast my vote simply based on liberal party dreams.
It seems that in every conversational circle lately, the increasingly higher price of gas becomes a source of much complaining among people today … and yesterday, and tomorrow. With the rising fuel costs come higher grocery bills, shipping fees, etc. as retailers and industries pass their higher budget needs onto consumers.
But this is the way society has always been. This isn’t something new. This isn’t something drastically different from the manner in which communities have acted for ages. The mounting costs of goods and services have always dictated the rising prices of other goods and services, causing a ripple effect throughout society, felt primarily by the wallets of Americans. So why all the complaining?!
Gas has become a necessity for travel for anyone not willing to ride a bicycle to work or walk to the grocery store, so lamenting about the $4/gallon of gas one must pay is fruitless. An individual needs to be 100% willing to change their lifestyle if they want the right – in my opinion – to repeatedly nag about their unleaded fuel needs.
Are rising gas prices annoying? Of course. Nobody wants to spend a dollar or more on each gallon of gas their vehicle requires. But people seem to complain as if this is happening solely to them, as if it isn’t affecting every American across the country. And I, for one, am sick and tired of hearing about it.
I realize that the gas prices being asked of Americans is higher than ever before and that it is truly affecting many other facets of society. However, it is something we as a country are collectively experiencing and collectively dealing with on a daily basis. And, obviously, it is not something that seems to be ceasing any time in the near future. Rather, people must learn to adapt and change – be it their lifestyle or their budget – to cope with these rising prices. Complaining will lead nowhere. Only change will.
As for me, my driving needs outside of the necessary to-and-from work, the grocery store, the few other places I frequent haven’t changed. I’ll continue sliding my Wachovia card into the pump and watching the total increase as the value of my dollar diminishes a bit more. But at least I won’t be the girl annoying others with her constant whining and grumbling over having to do so.