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March 25, 2003

The Hraka Hits a Fan

The Hraka Hits a Fan

Despite the hundreds of thousands participating at any one point in time, blogging is essentially a solitary activity, even on a group blog like Hraka. If you disagree, try group typing a post one day. I know it's supposed to be more like a conversation than the more traditional media, but it's still conducted at a distance, so it feels more like a ham radio transmission than a bar conversation. It's possible that this metaphor is specific to me, that to someone else writing a post feels like a chatty letter to a friend, or an entry in a private diary that is nonetheless left unlocked and on the kitchen table where everyone can see.

If one were to record the metaphorical view each blogger holds of the practice of blogging, likely it would reveal a much richer stratum of blogtypes than the current tech/war/other divisions do. It's probably telling that I participate in a group blog in the most information rich medium in history, yet still see the practice as akin to sitting along in the dark, casting out messages into the ether to find an ear as they may. I just don't know what it tells.

But, speaking of the messages, occasionally they do find an ear. Occasionally, surprisingly, they make a difference.

Yanno....I stumbled across your blog a couple of weeks ago. I have no clue who you are, or what made me keep reading, but I did.

I'm not very clever under "normal" conditions at 4am, but today's circumstances are anything but basically, I just wanted to say thanks.

For the last few weeks my husband, past Army active duty, and now Army Natl. Guard Air Assault, has been in an "undisclosed location." The last few days have left me sleepless, and with very little to laugh about. But your blog did it. I've sat here for the past few hours and read entry after entry. You've actually had me laughing out loud on more than one occasion with my dogs staring at me like I've lost it. maybe I have, but that's beside the point.

It's nice to know that there are people out there, besides family members, who actually give a damn about our troops over there. I can't tell you how sick I am of hearing "We support our troops" with a "but" qualifier following.

Anyway, with little on TV besides news, (which though I appreciate, I have to take a break from on occasion) or coverage of Michael Moore spewing garbage. You've given me a bit of escapism, given me a few laughs, and hopefully settled me down enough so I may actually be able to sleep tonight.

So..Thanks..and when my hubby comes home, you can be sure I'll share your link, he'll love you guys

Thanks Again,


I don't know what I expected when I first started blogging, sending ones and zeros out into the darkness. Thank you letters from soldier's wives were not anywhere on the horizon, I know that. Nor was hate mail, for that matter, though when it came it was much less of a surprise than the e-mail above.

Hitting singles day after day does make a difference over time, even if it doesn't feel like it. If you send out your call sign long enough, eventually someone calls back.

Remember that, the next time it feels like no one is listening.

Posted by Bigwig at March 25, 2003 10:22 PM | TrackBack
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