I started this blog a couple of years back.  I have a love/hate relationship with the publishing possibilities of the internet.  The net places in so many hands the opportunity to share - literally with the world - creative endeavours.  That’s sort of cool.

A couple of problems...  Somehow what should have stayed on the back of the toilet door seems to make its way into the enshrined world of html.  It’s immediate, permanent, universal.  Aspiring web-posters need to remember that the cliff has no handrail.  There’s too much said that ought never been said - or that was better said over a cuppa amongst friends... 

Then you have the web as hungry baby - no sooner have you posted something than it’s old and we’re waiting for more.  I was watching the ocean this week.  Beautiful, churning, changing.  My parents have a painting of waves that is quite mesmerising.  But when it comes to the net, we want the wave, not the painting of the wave.  We want to come back and find new froth, new spray, more flotsam and jetsom.  It’s gotta be always changing and we’ve become hungry for the change.  (What is this thing doing to our heads?)

That hungry baby thing is fine if you’re a newspaper with global resources to pump information into the news pipe.  Or if you create news out of the humdrum of life and tweet and wall and message and post incessantly.  But I can hear my daughter, Laura, saying, “Dad, you are such a cynic!”

Maybe there is a happy medium to be found.  Maybe you’ve just pointed your browser at it.  Maybe together we are sitting in the eye of the internet, the calm in the storm...

Laura’s right... 

But I do hope there’s something useful or interesting in this lot.

Blessings

Colin Buchanan

Oct 09