More than a decade after first catching on, blogs today usually fall into one of a just a few categories. Political blogs, business blogs and media blogs are among the best known. They are also among the most conventional.
However, none are more predictable, generally speaking, than the personal blog, which is often nothing more than an online diary detailing the events of a blogger’s daily life.
In the hands of a talented and observant writer, a personal blog can be funny and illuminating; when authored by the unimaginative or incoherent, it can be little more than a listless refrain of grievances or a sampling of inane inertia.
One personal blog that is anything but predictable, boring or insipid is So Far From Home. It’s written by a character named Old Jules, who describes himself as “68 years old, living in the middle of nowhere in the Texas Hill Country with four cats and a dozen chickens.”
Consider the categories that Old Jules features on his blog: Book Reviews, Y2K, White Trash Repairs, Music Links, Country Life, Survival and Romance. Heavy on humor and wisdom, So Far From Heaven is anything but your typical.
Consider this entry from earlier this month:
Someone found this blog by search engine yesterday with the question, “What kind of words does a man want to hear during sex?”
I don’t believe I’ve elaborated on the issue on the blog because I don’t have a lot of sex going on around here. The cats are all neutered, the Great Speckled Bird is getting a bit long-in-the-tooth with the crippled up wing and leg causing the hens to threaten break-ins to the pen where the younger roosters abide.
So all I can figure is the person wasn’t thinking in terms of me, or the chickens or cats. The person had to be thinking more along the lines of a generic man. A brave new world post-Y2K feller.
I don’t want anyone going away from this blog with questions unanswered and 21st Century puzzlement inhabiting his/her mind, so I’m going to answer on behalf of the generic man, the 21st Century man:
The sounds a 21st Century man wants to hear during sex are: “I saw the prettiest dress at WalMart today, honey! Are you nearly finished? Is it okay if I eat that apple if you’re going to be at this a while?” and the sound of an apple being eaten.
Don’t thank me. This one’s gratis.
You never know what you’re going to get with Old Jules, except that it’s never dull.
That’s a blessing given much of the pabulum pushed out by far too many bloggers.
These especially include those who seem to think the world is enamored with their love of overpriced coffee, empathize with their difficulty finding bridesmaids dresses that match both their wedding gown and yet still have a touch of the color found in the stained glass window just above the church altar, and can’t wait to view dozens more photos of their lazy dog sleeping, sitting in a chair, sleeping, eating, sleeping, etc.
Oh, that there were more personal blogs like Old Jules’.