The Power of the Weblog
I was browsing around the computer book section of my local Barnes & Noble this evening. I picked up an O’Reilly book off the shelf called C# Essentials. It was written by a guy named Peter Drayton, among others (Ben Albahari and Brad Merrill). What struck me at that moment was, “Oh, this was written by Peter.”
That’s it. With weblogs we can associate with people on a first name basis that we would never run into otherwise. We think of people who live on the other side of the country or the other side of the world as our friends. We wait to hear what the top people in many fields have to say about their work, their projects, their observations; not as the top people in their fields but as the people that we know and trust.
And then there’s Dave. He’s the reason I started blogging with radio. He kept me up to date with the latest happenings in scripting, the weblog world, programming, news, privacy, and everything else. Then his webpage didn’t update. Then I heard from Rael via Meerkat that he had suffered from a heart attack. What followed felt like eternity, but eventually he picked up a laptop and began blogging again, about what happened, about his recovery, and his smoking withdrawal. All of this from a man that I had never met, CEO of a software company.
When I first started frequenting BBSes I was in elementary school. Through my 1200 baud modem, I could be anybody that I wanted to be. Other users did not have to know that I was a kid; as long as I acted like an adult, I was treated that way. Then the internet came. I could be whomever I wanted to be, wherever I wanted to be it. I could talk to people all over the world on just about any subject I wanted to over IRC, usenet, and mailing lists. The same rules applied: act like an adult and be treated as such.
And now with weblogs, I can sit at the dinner table with some of the biggest people in the tech world. I can hear what they say. I can comment on their weblog or send them an email. I can find out what conferences they’ll be attending. I can read their books but refer to them by their first name. And maybe, someday, I can be one of them.