Happy Birthday ABM

This blog's been active for about a year. I guess I should say something about that, except I don't know what. Yesterday something like fifty people logged on, mostly from across the United States but it's not unusual at all to have visitors from around the world.

I've tried to be as honest as I could, but I've learned total honesty isn't always the best policy. I don't mean just on this blog; I mean in life in general. Some things are just nobody's business. (Now there's good subject for a country song, dontcha think?) But I've written about stuff on this blog that was to the bone, or my bones at least, and that's a risk. Every time you put yourself out there, there's always someone who's waiting and wanting to hammer you.

Some people, though, have told me I'm too honest and personal. I guess actually being myself on this blog, like putting a tattoo on my hand, could reduce my chances of employment or advancement. So be it, I guess.

Still, after a year, I'm thinking of shutting down. It was a nice experiment. Just like Facebook and all those social networking sites and Radiohead selling its latest CD online, the Web is just one big revolving experiement. No one knows what to do with the Web yet, except the retailers and pornographers, and they're mining the 'net for all it's worth. But even they won't last. Someday soon--and I'll give it three years--the Web will look like a flea market fifteen minutes before closing. What's needed is a really huge technological advancement--moving data with light instead of electrons--and some real visionaries.

And as much as some people may be interested in my personal life, you got to admit there's something sort of creepy knowing people are logging in daily to find out what I'm up to. I mean, I know I'm throwing it out there, but stop me before I hurt myself. That's a joke.

I dig the sharing. I dig that there are some out there who are still interested in a simple human being's existence. But I miss, in the parlance of the digital world, the interactivity. This isn't a blog; it's a monoblog. Get it?--monologue? Monoblog? What's needed is a dialogue-blog.

But until I can actually wrap my index finger across a fret board to make a bar chord, I'll probably be hacking this blog out. Time is running out though. I can hear clocks ticking wherever I go. We all end up in the same place. It's how we get there that matters. It's how we live our lives that makes all the difference. And in case you haven't gotten it, that's what most of country music--good country music--is all about.