Miss Peach

I was at that big interactive conference over the weekend in Austin. It was interesting, provocative, mind-numbing, and I’m still processing it all. But the first thing I thought upon returning was, “I need a screen name.”

I’m slightly ambivalent about blogging, and it’s really kind of ridiculous considering I blog, albeit recently. It’s not like anyone was bugging me to do it or urging me to explore my creative side. So why do it? It struck me as the “fair” thing to do. Those blogs on the right? I read them every chance I get, and I get really frustrated when they aren’t updated for a few days. And to read about people without ever offering up anything of myself just seemed wrong to me. And thus, Miss Peach was born (the name, by the way, is based on the nickname my grandmother had for me.)

So here I am, blogging. And I’m not quite sure why, really. Because who cares? Why would anyone want to hear what I have to say? I’m not saying that so that the three people who read this will say, “oh, WE care!! We LOVE you!” (Not that you necessarily would, I’m just clarifying that this is not an insecure Miss Peach asking her theoretical boyfriend if she looks fat in these pants.) I just ultimately think it’s strange to fancy myself interesting enough—my views and stories compelling enough—for any other soul to spend time reading. Except for like my parents or future husband or something.

What is off about this, though, is that I’m absolutely addicted to the blogs I read. I want to hear everything you all have to say. So why wouldn’t I think you might be interested in what I have to say? I don’t know. Also, it’s kind of analogous to wanting to hang out with me right? I don’t think it’s weird that my friends want to get together for dinner or drinks or go see movies or shop together. That makes sense. I can be good fun to hang out with, especially after a margarita or two. But through this screen and the filter of the web, it seems odd. Then again, all you all have to go on is Darren’s endorsement of me, and we all know he’s got great taste. Because he does. Seriously. You should check out his cd collection. I get giddy just thinking of the potential additions to my music library.

But I digress: after hitting a bunch of interactive-themed panels, and discussing various aspects of the internet with people I will probably never see nor speak to again, and seeing Dooce and Kottke on a panel, I’ve been mulling. And somehow, it led me to the necessity of a screen name. Which is sort of ridiculous given that I’ve already blogged using my real name. But I don’t know—it makes me feel better somehow.

Now I’m back at square one and are you even still reading? I do have more to say on all of this, and I hope it’s a wee bit more enthralling (mildly interesting would do!). So, more to come. I definitely came away from the conference with some (perhaps baseline to you) thoughts on blogging and related topics. But it’s just way too much for one post.

And (sorry Red, I’m breaking my promise!) there’s currently a mouse barricaded in my bedroom, so really, I gotta go home and deal.