Well, I do feel smug: I have just managed to insert a hits counter to my blog. I realize that the majority of bloggers will find this an easy and therefore probably rather insignificant step, but for me it's major. As a middle aged technophobe I feel I have made a step in the right direction. Now I can see if I am making contact with anyone at all and this is surely the point of blogging. Why do I want to do this? Well that's yet another question to be pondered: I guess we are, at least on one level, social animals. And as I spend most of my time holed up in my study reading for my disssertation project blogging for me is the equivalent of going to a nightclub. It would be nice to know that there are other people at the club too, even if they never speak to me.
Have just popped over to my friend Kim Ayres' blog, he is philosopher and I do love reading his stuff. His latest post is about constructing one's own narrative and as I'm currently reading Nietzsche it is right on trend for me. It's so nice to hear someone is making the effort to rewrite his story. I've been trying to rewrite mine but have currently been knocked off track by an unfathomable desire for a ridiculously expensive brown leather bag. I'm trying to fight it but I think it's winning: I imagine myself carrying books and notepads and pens in it. That I will use it til the day I die and that it will grow more beautiful with age.