tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post4312593838300992379..comments2024-03-13T21:20:26.357-06:00Comments on fountains of home: Will We Read Blogs in 50 Years Like We Read Flannery O'Connor's Letters?Christy from fountains of homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11130888193737436970noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-91327827938625609902015-07-02T13:36:46.468-06:002015-07-02T13:36:46.468-06:00I'm very late to the comment party, and I'...I'm very late to the comment party, and I'm a lurker, but I just wanted to shout Amen to your observation about The Habit of Being. O'Connor wrote slooowly, and I think her letters emphasize the time and effort she put into even quick missives to her editors. I don't know if blogging lends itself to that kind of slow-literature and thought. Also, I got back from Milledgeville last Friday, and it was utterly, absolutely glorious. Like a visit to a friend's house. Lydia Cubbedgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03220850195318904224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-36892518649379824172015-06-24T13:41:27.036-06:002015-06-24T13:41:27.036-06:001) Saying The Habit of Being is the best is kind ...1) Saying The Habit of Being is the best is kind of redundant. Like saying, "Red is very reddish." No?<br /><br />2) "I can't help but think that this is a big philosophical difference between the journalling that happened in every generation before us and ours. And I don't really know if anyone will bother to look back in 50 years at our digital records. Will they even exist? Will people even care about us 50 years from now? These are kind of depressing thoughts."<br /><br />I think about this far more than I should. Or maybe it's good that I'm thinking of that. Usually it circles around the idea, "Am I wasting my time blogging? Should I be doing something, I don't know, _tangible_?" I hate the idea of all this work and time going into soothing that's going to disappear. But at the same time, what's going to happen to all those written letters and birthday cards I've saved since I was ye high? When I die, either someone will continue to save them, and that all depends on whether someone else sees the value in them, which they might not . . . or they'll be thrown away. So it's the same thing in the end, isn't it?<br /><br />Point being: only striving for eternal life is really worthwhile because that's what's permanent, and the rest is just icing. But it is something that troubles me, still.<br /><br />3) My mother wrote letters to her mom during the 80's and 90's, and I'm sort of curious to find them and keep them for myself. So maybe it isn't such a waste for me to blog after all. ;) I mean, is there an _essential_ difference between a Gilead-type letter to your child and a online journal kept for them, other than being public?<br /><br />Ooo, I should write a corresponding post to yours, got way too much I could go on and on about!Christiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107748184124761940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-65342513310123428172015-06-24T05:16:53.166-06:002015-06-24T05:16:53.166-06:00I LOVE The Habit Of Being. No one should read her...I LOVE The Habit Of Being. No one should read her short stories without reading her letters because they give so much insight into her as a writer. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10266406253983025758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-39228452664405547962015-06-23T22:35:11.260-06:002015-06-23T22:35:11.260-06:00I feel fairly confident that Flannery would have a...I feel fairly confident that Flannery would have a badass blog ;)Shannon Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18132362764232121720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-28490341224055080922015-06-23T22:24:36.661-06:002015-06-23T22:24:36.661-06:00I dont know if I would want to read my moms musing...I dont know if I would want to read my moms musings on motherhood right away, (say if she were to have blogged about my childhood. yikes!) but I know that her mother, my grandma, wrote letters to her own mother every week or every few days while she was raising her 12 children, and now that she has passed on, thoes letters are treasured and re read even though, they honestly are very mundane details of daily life with tones and tones of little kids. So maybe when we are dead and gone, THEN our children will dig through internet archives and care to read about our life experience? Or maybe not... I like what Kathryn (Whittiker) does, and prints out a hard copy of her blog archive each year and keeps it as a keepsake book. Put it with the baby books and picture albums and one day when some descendent of ours is interested in family history or writing a historical fiction screen play, they can have a primary source ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04238529447126818172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883970092765312318.post-16219196135637730252015-06-23T13:00:35.551-06:002015-06-23T13:00:35.551-06:00Ah this is such a good question! I read her prayer...Ah this is such a good question! I read her prayer journal this past winter, and it was such a lovely thoughtful glimpse into the workings of a complex soul. I wish she had a challenging a beautiful blog I could read each day, but I wonder if we would have other materials of hers to read if she had spent that energy blogging. I've been thinking about that a lot lately -- should I be writing something that is bigger or different than my blog? Probably. Should I be doing that instead of or in addition to blogging? I don't know!brigidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05540829704914848803noreply@blogger.com