So I was busted again yesterday. I was at a meeting of professional colleagues yesterday — let’s just say it was a room full of folks who have the kind of job that I want. (I’m that close . . . but not quite there). Anyhow, a few of them know about my blogging; more about the stuff I do for Gothamist Food than about this site, but one guy didn’t know about it, and was very hurt to learn that I had been "hiding" my food knowledge from him! He was teasing, of course, and I managed to redeem myself by taking a bunch of these folks to the Burger Joint, which they loved (although they joked that their respective law firms weren’t going to believe how cheap their dinners were).
I also learned that one of these folks has a blog. I’m not even going to link to it now, because he seemed somewhat concerned about work people discovering it, as it’s a tad more racy and less vanilla than my site. But as far as I’m concerned, there’s an unwritten code among bloggers. It’s kind of like Vegas — what happens here stays here. I’m not going to tell anyone about his blog, or what I read on his blog, or discuss it in front of anyone we know. The two worlds are completely compartmentalized, and all secrets are safe and sacred. I have to admit, though, it’s somewhat comforting to know that I have a fellow blogger out there in my professional world, and that there is a bit of overlap.
And on a completely unrelated note, go to Moveable Hype 2.0 tonight — I’ll be there, possibly wearing an obscenely snug Gothamist t-shirt.
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I can’t make it to MH 2.0, but if you could snag me a Gothamist t-shirt I’d be forever in your debt…
See you tomorrow!
I can’t make it to MH 2.0, but if you could snag me a Gothamist t-shirt I’d be forever in your debt…
See you tomorrow!
It is an absolute crime that my office is less than 2 blocks away from the Burger Joint and I have never eaten there. Me thinks I’ve discovered a new lunch time mission…
It is an absolute crime that my office is less than 2 blocks away from the Burger Joint and I have never eaten there. Me thinks I’ve discovered a new lunch time mission…
See, I wonder, though, if this doesn’t point out one of the real problems of blogging, and people who blog. Or, rather, a larger problem with the Internet as a whole. In terms of it cutting off social contact, at least of the more traditional sort. I.e., isn’t it a shame that you’d keep part of your personality, your interests, tucked away from people you “actually” meet. Doesn’t blogging artifically encourage this compartmentilization?
I mean, why were you “busted”? Why should it have to be an embarassing situation when people realize you have other, healthy, _interesting_ aspects of your personality?
I don’t mean this as an ad hominem critique; I just think the instant case tends to illustrate some of the issues I’ve always had with the whole blogging thing.
See, I wonder, though, if this doesn’t point out one of the real problems of blogging, and people who blog. Or, rather, a larger problem with the Internet as a whole. In terms of it cutting off social contact, at least of the more traditional sort. I.e., isn’t it a shame that you’d keep part of your personality, your interests, tucked away from people you “actually” meet. Doesn’t blogging artifically encourage this compartmentilization?
I mean, why were you “busted”? Why should it have to be an embarassing situation when people realize you have other, healthy, _interesting_ aspects of your personality?
I don’t mean this as an ad hominem critique; I just think the instant case tends to illustrate some of the issues I’ve always had with the whole blogging thing.
You’ve got a valid point. Just to clarify though, I use the term “busted” quite lightly. I personally am very comfortable letting people know about my blogging activities and am not embarassed about it — I was “busted” in this case for not telling someone sooner! Then again, I very deliberately keep my blog safe for all potential readers — friends, family, co-workers, romantic interests. Not everyone does this.
You’ve got a valid point. Just to clarify though, I use the term “busted” quite lightly. I personally am very comfortable letting people know about my blogging activities and am not embarassed about it — I was “busted” in this case for not telling someone sooner! Then again, I very deliberately keep my blog safe for all potential readers — friends, family, co-workers, romantic interests. Not everyone does this.
Laren are you kidding? I can count on one had the number of bloggers that AREN’T lawyers. Lawyers are obsessive compulsive, what’s not to love about blogging for them? Ego driven, obsessive compulsive, desperately seeking attention from an outside source = blogger! lawyer! blogger! lawyer! We should just shorten it to blowyer. (And I must say, I love the visual that goes with that.)
I mean really. Also good luck.
NB: I am perhaps a tad more irascible than usual as I re-enter (however temporarily) the corporate world next week. If I see you at the bar, we’ll use the secret handshake.
Laren are you kidding? I can count on one had the number of bloggers that AREN’T lawyers. Lawyers are obsessive compulsive, what’s not to love about blogging for them? Ego driven, obsessive compulsive, desperately seeking attention from an outside source = blogger! lawyer! blogger! lawyer! We should just shorten it to blowyer. (And I must say, I love the visual that goes with that.)
I mean really. Also good luck.
NB: I am perhaps a tad more irascible than usual as I re-enter (however temporarily) the corporate world next week. If I see you at the bar, we’ll use the secret handshake.
La D — Tell me about it. Every day I meet yet another lawyer/blogger. This guy isn’t a lawyer, actually, but he travels in the same, fairly small professional circle I’m in, which is why I was sort of comforted by it. And best of luck back in the corporate world; I might be following you in the not-too-distant future, although I plan to keep at least one foot (and my soul) back in do-gooder land.
La D — Tell me about it. Every day I meet yet another lawyer/blogger. This guy isn’t a lawyer, actually, but he travels in the same, fairly small professional circle I’m in, which is why I was sort of comforted by it. And best of luck back in the corporate world; I might be following you in the not-too-distant future, although I plan to keep at least one foot (and my soul) back in do-gooder land.
It’s only a brief sojourn. Anyway, to paraphrase my former neighbors, good is in the heart, baby.
It’s only a brief sojourn. Anyway, to paraphrase my former neighbors, good is in the heart, baby.