I am Jack. I am 40. I am a father. I am a friend. I am a husband. I am a writer. I am who I am and that is all that I am, thank you Popeye. Some people will look at that first line and analyze the order in which I listed things. Don't bother. It was random.
Periodically I break out of the Jblogosphere and go wandering. It is kind of nice to get out into the general blogosphere and smell the fresh air. True, the deli sucks and they don't know how to bake a good challah, but there are some good things out there.
I drop in on other blogs and look around. I check them out and leave comments. I try to make them relevant to the discussion. My job isn't to be a spammer. I don't always stick around to see if they get a response, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I find the topic to be really interesting and I am generally interested in the discussion.
Many times my comment is ignored. I don't take it personally. They don't know who I am, haven't a clue as to what I do or what I like. They are busy. I am busy. We are all busy. There isn't always time to respond to to check out new blogs.
Although my policy is to try and visit anyone who visits me, provided that I know that they have been here. But it doesn't always work out.
A while ago I decided that I was going to pick out a bunch of new blogs and start commenting on them and see what happened. A few of them responded and decided to check this place out. Sometimes they comment and sometimes they don't. That is ok, I see them in the stats and appreciate their time.
My purpose in blogging has never been to be the boy with the most toys. It would be great to make enough money by blogging to support a family. It is just not happening and I haven't spent much time trying to find sponsors who would let me do it.
It would be great to get a lot of comments on every post. Somewhere in the archives I referred to commentless posts as orphans. There are a lot of orphans here. That is not a horrible thing. Again, I like comments, but I don't blog for them. Sometimes I engage in specific actions to bring them, but it is not my central focus.
Established blogs often have established comment sections. The same old crowd shows up all the time. They hang out together like cliques we used to see in school. Sometimes I wonder if they stare at my comment and wonder who the new guy is. Am I being checked out.
Maybe I am just being ignored. Who knows. I don't care all that much. Enough to post this, but then again there is another reason why I write this. Bloggers love to read posts about blogging. They love to comment on posts about blogging.
It doesn't always translate or work out that way. I won't be surprised if this receives a dozen or zero comments. But I will be shocked if it doesn't pull in a bunch of traffic.
Bloggers are like Sneetches, just ask Dr. Seuss. Got to run stare at the meteors now. Lailah tov from cyberspace.
Figure this as a placeholder for a letter to SQ.
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