“I heard you were talking to 22-year-old Andy about the blog,” says 28-year-old Andy. “I heard it didn’t go well.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I say. “It wasn’t bad. He says blogging is a young person’s game, which is why I can’t keep up. Keep up, quote-unquote. Which is kind of ridiculous, but I think he was sort of kidding.”
“Well, are you keeping up?”
“Uh, yes and no. Actually, not really. It’s pretty sporadic. I can’t figure out what it’s for anymore.”
“You mean South 12th, right?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I guess I’ll find out. I just launched it a few days ago.”
“Yeah, so I hear. What do you have in mind, actually? I barely remember what I was thinking.”
“Oh, you know. All those This Recording writers all had one they used to supplement their regular writing elsewhere. It’s a nice layout. Seems easy to use. Do people still read This Recording?”
“I’m not sure, honestly.”
“Huh.” He pauses. “Well, I was thinking that since I never managed to make long-form writing work consistently, the Tumblr could be sort of a scrapbook of images and video and links and things like that. And maybe I’d write some longer stuff, here and there. So I guess what it’s about is creating a sort of impressionistic record of your interests.”
“Sure. That makes sense. Only problem is I don’t see any point in sharing links and stuff. I mean, everyone on the internet reads the same stuff anyway. I don’t think I’d want to keep writing a blog that’s only an impressionistic record of our interests. Or, um, your interests, my interests, whatever you might call them. Your interests are still generally my interests, I think.”
“Well, I figured it’d evolve over time. It sounds like it does evolve, I guess. What else did 22-year-old Andy have to say?”
“Um, I lied and told him I was married.”
“Wait…you mean you’re not?”
