My site was down for a week or two recently, and I worried about it. That’s odd, because for a good year or two I had completely ignored it. So why did I worry this time? Because now I have a precious blog!

The realization hit that I secretly yearn to be popular, to join the elite of the blogsphere, to be known as the important genius that I really am.

I have my ego tied into this little diary. Nice.

There’s something to this; it feeds the blogsphere, pushes people to publish. This is important: money is not motivating people to write. Personally, I can make a couple of orders of magnitude more money writing articles for regular publications than for my blog, mostly because these ads I’ve been playing with bring in no money. And the same is true for blogs infinitely more popular than mine; here’s a VC making $500 for the whole year.

Maybe the blego is a good thing. It encourages everyone to express the best they have to say, so maybe one of the things they say will get picked up and carry them to glory. And it encourages the bottom feeders such as myself to link to others’ genius so some of it will rub off on me, thereby boosting the good thoughts.

I’m using the term blego a bit differently than originally expressed, but it’s a similar concept.