blogtiad

blogging seems to spread like some sort of wildfire or venereal disease. one friend kind of gives it to another, who gives it to another. let me clarify:

• i became enthralled by ben's blog, and finally ben convinced me that i do, in fact, have enough to say that i could start a blog of my own. my first post is about how little i have to write about; that was seven months ago and i now have a column in baltimore gay life. thanks, ben.
• hilary, george, and amanda started reading my blog. they were both convinced that they, too, had nothing worth writing about, but i finally strongarmed them into blogging. their writings are always hysterical, touching, real...
• ashley (hilary's sister and crust-core gutter punk extraordinaire) got to my blog from hilary's blog and has now started her own.
• today, michael started a blog.

the other day i was comparing our little blog-circle to a schubertiad. for those of you not up on your romantic-period music history, schubert and his friends used to sit around schubert's house, singing his songs for fun. it was basically making art for the purpose of entertaining your friends. much like our friends and their blogs. i know (most of) the people who read my blog on a regular basis; it's funny to watch the way that our blogs interconnect. we're pretty much writing for each others' entertainment. so, it's a schubertiad in the form of blogs. a blogtiad, if you will. actually, let's forget i just said that.