Enough About Me, What Do YOU Think of My Blog?
I was at yet another incredibly swank Georgetown party the other night and ran into Tim Russert and almost immediately was telling him about my blog. It was darn close to a sub-minute blog reference. Usually I can go 5 minutes and have been known to last as long as 10 before mentioning my blog. This was an egregious case, considering that my blog has been around for barely more than a year (and may not survive the summer!) and Russert's show is the LONGEST RUNNING PROGRAM IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION.
Blogger self-importance is an insidious disease. Bloggers think they run the world now. Bloggers control the fate of our republic. Here's what would happen if a blogger talked to Neil Armstrong:
Armstrong: So I decided to joystick the landing, and we were down to our last 20 seconds of fuel and --
Blogger: I felt the same kind of adrenaline rush when I blogged on the State of the Union Address.
Armstrong: -- then I saw that we were headed directly for a crater, and I looked over at Buzz and --
Blogger: You should have seen my Technorati links.
Anyway, Russert was talking about his new book, which contains letters from readers in response to his previous book, about his father. He said the letters show how decent and thoughtful and intelligent people are. I came right back at him with Tales of the Boodle. How smart people are. How civil. I brag about the comments here. I even cited the Boodle in my recent self-evaluation (which refers not to a psychological event but to a professional one required by my supervisors). I should get a bumper sticker: "Ask Me About My Boodle."
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