Yesterday I read¬a blog post on¬This Is My Question¬which
¬remarked on a CBS Sunday Morning story on blogging. I, sadly, failed to watch the show this past weekend, so I was happy to read about it, and even happier to read that, apparently, some people get offered jobs because of their blogs.¬
This is exactly what I'm getting at, guys. The piece also pointed out that most bloggers write to keep in touch with friends and family. All well and good, and I couldn't be happier that friends and family read this nonsense, except, of course, my own parents, who, no matter how much I plead and beg, will NOT read my blog. "Ohhhh," they say. "Your blog!" And in the background, I swear, I can hear them rooting around for last week's issue of the Sunday Washington Post. Something, anything, besides their daughter's attempts to practice her love of writing, which can be viewed, oh, you know,¬with the simple click of a mouse.
(Sidenote: if my parents, by some far reach of the imagination, are reading - Dad, the mouse is what you call the "sensor.")
Anyway, my point is, that, yeah - I like it when my friends and family get to catch up on the happenings of my life, but let's not kid ourselves, I'm in this for potential fame. Or at least a recurring column in The New Yorker. So, if you're a reader who's got a job for me in mind, especially if it involves writing one really excellent piece a week¬but spending the majority of my time keeping myself¬updated on the latest social and political trends by spending many hours in coffee shops in hip, metropolitan areas - please, don't be shy. I accept! We can discuss salary later over a glass of wine at some new popular place, ok? You buy the first round, and I'll write about it.