Vox Nihili

To what degree can I claim myself a blogger? It seems fair to say, “I am a writer, read my book”. But the same can’t be implied if I say “I can write, hence I’m a writer”. Since the latter statement is insufficient to claim such status, let’s discard that and only mirror the former logic. Hence we have “I am a blogger, read my blog”. The flaw in this is there exist this strong emphasis on “I am…”. As though it carries this weight of significance that automatically summarizes everything that you are. As if once claimed “I am a blogger”, you’d be seen nothing else but a blogger. I don’t like that hence I discard that too. There are other permutations worth meddling about but did not result in any strong conclusion therefore I shall not dwell into it further.

Now, let’s try defining blogger as an element in a set. For example, say the set is a shopping mall, possible elements might then be shoppers, retailers, shopkeepers etc. Hence we have here the Internet, which will then have subsets consisting of various types of websites in which one of them you call Blogs, and within these Blog sets, you’d have specific domains. Generally within a domain, the set may consist the blogger(s), readers, advertisers etc. Within kwisms.wordpress.com, the only element is me (excluding the possibility of an accidental wanderer), where I would claim blogger status (and potentially I also claim sole reader status, but it would not be mutually exclusive and is ultimately joint to form a single element). Because I stand as the only element, but write as if there is a party of people, I am essentially talking to no one but myself. Saddo.

A continuing list:

Likes: Doing nothing, eating cereals with anything, looking for mice on tube tracks, Tarantino soundtracks, Nora Ephron soundtracks, that blues bar in Soho, channel 11, 50 and 52 on Astro (assuming they have not changed), meerkat manor, good adverts, Almodóvar’s movies, stripey shirts, skinny ties (on men), flip flops, knapsacks, maps, lomography, typography, metaphors that make sense (even if they’re cheesy).

Dislikes: Metaphors that doesn’t make sense (even more so if they’re cheesy), waking up before 9am, leaving voice messages, people whispering in libraries, people who are late when I’m hungry, Kolmogorov equations (I understand it now – it’s very clever), that I daydream too much, that I procrastinate way too much, the fact I can’t roll my R’s, toilet doors left ajar.