A week – more than a week – passes. Nobody emails me, no one cares. I feel like a tree falling in the forest with no existence-affirming person around to see or hear. This is being lost in cyberspace, and I have to do something to get on the map.
I’ve posted my site to a few online lists and emailed a couple of people to tell them to notice me. And all the while one web log is getting all the attention it deserves. Where is Raed, the journal of an Iraqi man giving his day-to-day insight of beleaguered Baghdad beats much of the reporting by major networks in terms of providing a gripping, humorous, searing account of being bombed.
… I could tell you what’s out of my window in Dublin, but it doesn’t really compare, does it? Instead, I'm going to search the corners of the internet for the best web-logs now, to see how to find them and find out what raises them above my attempt here. As always, feel free to tell me where I’m going wrong!
I’ve posted my site to a few online lists and emailed a couple of people to tell them to notice me. And all the while one web log is getting all the attention it deserves. Where is Raed, the journal of an Iraqi man giving his day-to-day insight of beleaguered Baghdad beats much of the reporting by major networks in terms of providing a gripping, humorous, searing account of being bombed.
… I could tell you what’s out of my window in Dublin, but it doesn’t really compare, does it? Instead, I'm going to search the corners of the internet for the best web-logs now, to see how to find them and find out what raises them above my attempt here. As always, feel free to tell me where I’m going wrong!
