At first I didn’t have a Comments feature on the blog. Then I added it. Then I deleted it because I couldn’t change the settings. Then I regretted that I deleted it. Then I added the Comments feature again.
I’ve had an extremely non-committal relationship with the Comments feature. Most of it comes from my reluctance to contribute to this Brave New World where we internet users post our reactions - our immediate reactions - to anything we see or read online. The options for doing so continue to proliferate at every site I visit: little icons lining the bottom of every post and article, tempting me to click on them, one after another, telling the world just exactly what I (ME!!!) think at the very moment I am thinking of it. Genius. Both the medium, and of course, the person commenting.
But don’t be so stuffy, I tell myself. What’s the point in The Roving Home having a blog if I don’t want to participate in this immediacy? I might as well pull out the ol’ dot matrix printer and spend my afternoons tearing off those perforated edges before mailing my readers a newsletter if I refuse to participate in this medium’s more interactive aspects. And in spite of myself I find that I am posting comments on design blogs, on slate.com (I <3 slate.com), on wind turbine articles anywhere I can find them (oh yes. I have PLENTY to say on that topic and thanks to news aggregators, I will never lack for articles on which to comment), on pretty much any site that will have me. And then I find this madness creeping up on me, here at The Roving Home. I find myself thinking, maybe someone Out There will hit the StumbleUpon button, or send a tweet, or maybe hit the Like button! I’ll take the Like button with its cute li’l thumbs up icon! I haven’t gotten a thumbs up in the non-virtual world since I was maybe 6 years old, but I’ll take one online. And I am uneasy in the knowledge that this way of thinking is a slippery slope, ending in a heap at the bottom where I post successive videos of cats wearing tiny hats or playing the piano. Any of which would be sure to get this blog lots of Likes. What a strategy!
This, my friends, is a depressing way to spend one’s adulthood.
Depressing or not, I am resigned to the fact that I want the Comments feature. So, just like an old relationship, Comments are back in my life. Unlike a relationship, however, past traces of what once was have disappeared forever. There is not a shred of evidence that Comments were ever on this blog. Now I’m not saying I would want to read (and re-read) the comments that used to be attached to my posts. Or maybe I am. But either way, I’m sorry that there is no trace that any of you have been here before. But, just as with the onset of another season, it is a chance to make things new again. And what good is the internet anyway, if it doesn’t provide the opportunity to remake things in the blink of an eye? That’s what the Delete button is for…right?