Nov 28 2008
expressive
I realized yesterday that this blog could present information that I did not create, but rather edited or curated. I could have top 10 lists or “best of” lists — charts, graphs concerning all sort of important things. So I noted that I have (so far) chosen to use this forum as a place to talk about myself, not other things. What does this mean? Who are the people who enjoy writing about things other than themselves? I mean, I get it. There is something fulfilling about writing a text book, a survey of ancient Roman art. (Will there now be an ad for ancient Roman art on my blog? PS: This is what David Foster Wallace did — insert these little self conscious remarks inside his text. I remember. I think the urge has permeated our age.) But anyway, yes, when you write a book about ancient Roman art, you ARE someone. You have brandished your phallus-brain and the world has taken notice. YOU WIN. With autobiography, though, you have to assume someone cares about your life. You can always assume, however, that someone out there cares about Roman art.
