Thursday, January 26, 2006

Brokeback Mountain

Where to begin...I had been looking foward to seeing Brokeback Mountain since I heard about it but despite the trailers, reviews, and media bru-ha-ha I still didn't know what to expect. Well this film blew my mind. It completely did it for me.
Brokeback Mountain is set in Wyoming and Texas but was filmed in Alberta. Masterfully, Ang Lee resisted the glory shots and kept the landscapes beautiful but limited and intense. In this, they reflected the love story at the centre of the film - the blinkered vision of people so focussed on only eachother. Jack Twist (Gyllenhaal) and Ennis Del Mar (Heath Ledger) meet when they are hired to herd sheep one summer on Brokeback Mountain. This portion of the film is not rushed, not overly dependent on montage, and is beautifully written and acted. When LJ and I met, it was during a holiday season when many of our friends were away. We spent about two weeks essentially alone and falling in love. This movie felt as real - I really bought the affection and passion of Jack and Ennis, how they liked eachother, cared for eachother, and loved eachother.
When the summer is over the two men go their seperate ways. Four years later Jack travels from Texas back to Wyoming to see Ennis again. This was my favourite scene from the whole film (a tough pick). Ennis is waiting for Jack, drinking beer and slouching around the house while his wife (fantastic work from Michelle Williams) watches the children. Hearing Jack's car Ennis propells himself up and out of the door. They are unable to feign any kind of casual reunion and when Alma (Ennis' wife) looks from the door she sees her husband in a passionate clinch with his 'fishing buddy'. Here Williams is just marvellous - I've read this so much of her performance and it's true - her face is worth a thousand well written lines, we see her shock, anger, confusion, betrayal, and at times almost compassion as she realises and attempts to understand what is going on. What I love so much about this scene is that it translates the tunnel vision of this kind of love so well - Jack and Ennis are so excited to see eachother, so wrapped up in their connection and need for eachother, that they can't afford to see what is happening outside of them, the collatoral damage of their snatched moments. Alma is left alone for the night and then for a week when Ennis bounds in the next morning to tell her that he and Jack are going fishing. Together Jack and Ennis are found, but apart they are both lost - Jack in the home and business provided by his marriage to Lureen (Ann Hathaway is great) and Ennis in the dust and shabbiness of his small-town life. The story unfurls over several years as they attempt to manage their relationship within the parameters of what they feel its possibilites are. In the end, it is a combination of what those parameters actually are and what Jack and Ennis' concepts of them are, that define the outcome of the story. It is a story of love shared and love withheld; it is a subtle, powerful, heart wrenching, completely engrossing and, yes, sexy film. I'm really excited to see it again.

ETA: I want to stress how very glad I am that Ang Lee directed this. And not just because his home town is Tainan, but because I think he brought a very valuable quality to this film. I find it really hard to articulate but it's somewhere between delicacy and a balance between what is brittle and what is unyielding.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Life takes over

I've been finding it hard to gather the threads to blog this week but have finally sent off my guest blog post to Daniel, so hopefully I'll be live on Suitcasing over the next couple of days. I just finished painting the top kitchen cupboards and now have to think about washing, sanding, and painting the doors. Then hunt for new hinges and handles and they'll be done. Slow process, this.
I've also been watching an annoying amount of television and last night sunk to new depths with The Bachelor. Holy moley is that show ever a can of weird and scary worms. It's incredible how much booze there always seemed to be about - in one shot the girls have a huge bottle of champagne, in others they have beers, wine... I guess it's the age-old 'get 'em drunk and watch the fireworks' ploy. Just the whole premise of the show is so weird and artificial - that people would actually come on a TV show to compete for the affections of a single 'Bachelor'. The competition and the humiliations and the rejections really made me think that this was some kind of science-fiction come to life. I half expected heads to start flying off leaving smouldering wires exposed, for someone to short-circuit or to discover that all of the rejected 'contestants' were actually being killed and that it was really a contest to live rather than for a relationship. I guess last night's show was somewhat of a recap and they showed what was gleefully described in voiceover as the best or worst (I can't remember which) 'crash and burn' in Bachelor history. Anyway this women was chosen by the bloke to go on a one-on-one date and according to him and the show she totally blew it. She wrote and recited a poem, left little notes on the dinner table, and finally cut up an orange peel and put it in her mouth so it looked like she had really funky teeth. So after the date he can either give her a rose (which means she's kind of through to the next round) or not (which means she's going home). She went home. In her own confessional, she (crying) says that she guesses she messed up the date and was too goofy but that she knows that one day she'll meet someone who loves that about her, and cherishes it. I thought that was pretty much the smartest thing that was said during the whole show and I felt happy for her. After she left, the rest of the show passed in a blur of booze, bitching, and just really gross ego-fluffing of this guy. It was so bizzare. Really like a scary circus/carnival type feeling. Ick.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Western Women in Taiwan - Response

Daniel over at Suitcasing has very kindly responded to my request for him to write something about Western women in Taiwan, and he's approached the subject with the kind of integrity and thoughtfulness typical of his blog and that inspired me to contact him in the first place. I've wanted to write something on this subject for a long time, but didn't really know where to start. I'm much better where there is an element of dialogue to this monologue, so having a piece to respond to helps with the getting going bit.

I've learned a lot over the past year and a half since I left Taiwan and that has a huge effect on my perception of this issue. It also makes looking back at my own behavior more than a little uncomfortable, though interesting nonetheless.

In any discussion of gender in the western ex-pat community in Taiwan, it's tempting to start with relationships, specifically heterosexual relationships, but I want to pick up on some of the other things Daniel mentioned and perhaps expand on them first:

It annoys me that I can't fit into a lot of the clothes that trendy Zhongxiao Road shops sell, but if I tell people, it makes me sound cool and masculine; if a woman mentions the same problem to people, it doesn't sound so cool, does it?

Well no, not if you buy into the thin is beautiful and beautiful is important premise (as Wesern Women are often socialised to do). And much as this is pushed aggressively by the media posse in the West, in Taiwan there's the added factor that many, if not most, Taiwanese women have a naturally slim body-type. I was pretty thin when I was there and though I could find clothes that fit, it wasn't always easy. Shoes were always difficult and I was laughed out of several shoe stores by staff amused by my great clodhoppers. I don't think the laughter was ever malicious, but I did always have to psyche myself up to go shopping and it was frustrating at times. For the women I knew who were larger, it really did suck. What fed into this further, and as I said in my email to Daniel, being in a minority for the first time also lent a level of heightened visibility to daily life and certainly served to make me more self-conscious about the way I looked. I guess this is the part of the experience that Daniel refered to as feeling “special”. Being white in Taiwan was really interesting – I had never been in the situation of a visible minority before. Prior to the experience I had been given to platitudes like 'I don't see colour' .... Easy to say if you think of yourself as not having colour, of that being only something non-white people experience. In Taiwan I became aware of my identity as a white person, last year as a student of Women's Studies I learned to think about it a little more critically. So there's the element of visibility that can certainly make a person more self-conscious, and the element of different body-type which can add to that.

And as a man, you know that you might well meet some pretty Taiwanese girl and decide to stay here indefinitely (and you see a fair number of men who have done that). I wonder if Western women find it so easy to imagine Asia as a long term home.

Sure, during my four years there, I saw many many more men than women settle down in Taiwan. However, it wasn't exclusively so – I knew and still know several women who have been there for more than a couple of years and some who have no intention of leaving any time soon. Still, it is more than likely that the reason why there are more men than women who stay is that more Wesern men marry into Taiwanese society. It troubles me that the perception of why Western women leave is that it is because they can't find a man. I really think that is over-simplifying it. First, 'finding a man' is not the be all and end all to all (straight) womens' happiness. Really it isn't. For my own part, I stayed in Taiwan for three years before I met LJ and actually left after we met. Had we not, I would have probably stayed longer. Finding a man wasn't really any more of a problem than it would have been at home.

Plus, the dating scene frequently seems very lame, to everyone who isn't enthusiastically pursuing it, and it leads to a lot of Western women developing a low opinion of both Taiwanese women and the Western men who date them. The girls are brainless and it's hard to keep track of them, while the men are pigs who are fleeing the mature, real women back in the West.

I don't think I ever had a low opinion of Taiwanese women in general. Between the women I taught as private students and those I knew at work and socially, I met a number of really interesting, intelligent, fun and feisty women. Sure there were some Taiwanese women I met who I didn't like, but that certainly wasn't because of any Taiwanese-ness, I meet lots of people I don't particularly like, I think everybody does. But yeah, I did kind of develop a low opinion of the Western man/Taiwanese women dating scene, and it is kind of related to what Daniel wrote about next:

Being in Taiwan is a kind of paradise, if you're male and white. It's not that every local woman throws herself at you, but if you go to the right nightclubs, you will probably not have many problems. Suddenly, from being nothing special, you are really special...And so lots of white men take the attitude that they are kings in Asia - why look at either the Western or Taiwanese women who are more difficult to get into bed and don't wear high heels? (If you look Asian (and female) and aren't in a midriff baring top, you get ignored by these men too.)

Really it is not all Western men that behave like this, and probably not even a majority. I knew several WM/TW couples who seemed to have great relationships built on mutual respect and affection. But there are lots and lots of Western men who behave horribly in Taiwan towards women. This post is going to be (is already) long enough so I don't want to get into telling too many stories but I witnessed and overheard enough sexist/disresectful grossness towards women by Western men in Taiwan to last me a lifetime. You know, it's quite possible that all of this goes on at home too but for some reason the guys didn't seem to mind talking about it/carrying on with it in front of the Western women they knew. Which brings me to Daniel's next comment, and a question for me:

Gxx, you talked about the "scene", and the places where your friends hung out and picked up more girls... How possible do you think it was to get away from that?...Personally, I find the "foreigner scene" to be so depressing and lame, that I try to avoid it wherever I can - this is easier in Taipei than a smaller city, maybe. I don't go to nightclubs, don't go to the places set up for foreigners, in fact (this is a bit disturbing) I don't have any Western male friends my own age. It isn't deliberate, I would really like to find a male drinking buddy, but I've met so many morons and smug racists, that I have become skeptical of people who look like me...Single men seem to go a bit weird here, or stay at home studying Chinese text books.

Honestly, I didn't particularly want to get away from a lot of the expat scene while I lived in Taiwan. It would certainly been possible to do so, and there were times when I distanced myself a little. Truth is, I met a lot of wonderful people while I was in Taiwan and many of them were people out there teaching English like myself. I made friends for life, both men and women. The elements of that culture that I find so problematic were outweighed by the positives of my own experience and circle of friends. I think I should make it clear that I'm not saying this is true of all expat communities in Taiwan or elsewhere, but I believe I was part of a very special and lovely group of people at a particular time and in a particular place. I also met a lot of fantastic Taiwanese people who mixed with the expat community – and it was interesting to learn that for many Taiwanese women this is more than a little risky when it comes to their “reputation” among their peers and family. As someone who has taken more than a few risks with her own “reputation”, I respected these women for their choices. Okay, so clearly there is a difference in experience if one chooses to hang out in the expat “scene” but I don't think that simply eschewing it in favour of a complete immersion in Taiwanese culture is all that simple and all that much of a solution. After all, the expat community has become a part of Taiwanese culture as the country becomes more multicultural, it's not British or American culture – it's particular to the country it takes place in.

But I'm digressing a bit here, I wanted to talk about the situation for Western women in Taiwan. And I want to answer the questions Daniel posed:

How much do you think Western attitudes to the dating scene relates to us seeing Taiwanese people as lesser? If you had been living in Italy, for example, would you have warned an Italian girl about her cheating English boyfriend? These things are very hard to un-entangle...

I don't think I ever saw Taiwanese people as lesser. My boss was Taiwanese, my landlord, the doctors I saw...I guess as a teacher I was in a position of authority with my students. Had I been dating a Taiwanese man I would not have seen him as lesser, I didn't see my Taiwanese friends as lesser. But I know what Daniel means – perhaps the experience does bring out the colonialist in some foreigners. The second question relates to something I wrote in my email to Daniel when I tried to explain my own experience as a western women in Taiwan. I said that often I felt frustrated because I would see Western men, both friends and simply acquaintances, cheat on their Taiwanese girlfriends and that this bothered me because it often made it difficult to make friends with these women seeing as I felt unable to speak up and let them know what was going on because I suspected that this would invoke some kind of negative response towards me. And you know, writing that again makes me realise that this was really what I could have done to try to change some of the things that bothered me. But that's the wisdom that a year away will give you *wry grin*. Would I have behaved differently in Italy? I don't think so. I do think my reticence was connected to being overseas though – in a place where I didn't have any family, was single and (certainly at the beginning) often felt quite intimidated by the whole experience. There, friends were all important, and it was much more attractive to maintain the status quo than to risk ostracism.

Actually, I did experience a kind of mini-ostracism or 'ostracism-lite' at one point. What was interesting about that was that it came mostly from the male community and was because of something (admittedly stupid and insensitive) where I treated someone I had dated badly. As women, I think, we are raised and socialised to 'make nice', so that we are encouraged both not to make a beef about inequalities or injustices and to bear double-punishment if we do. But back to Daniel's questions...

And also, how often did the Western men start off as playboys and end up tied down with one girl? Still cheating irregularly on her, of course, but essentially turning into homeboys, because it was easier? I know some women who teach English in a small town in Thailand, and they've found themselves warning the Western men, rather than the Thai girls - the latter were far more frightening, in the long run.

Of course I knew a lot of men who were playboys and eventually settled down. I don't think that this implies any sort of frightening-ness on the part of the Taiwanese girls unless you think of settling down as involving some kind of scary trapping process (which I don't). I certainly don't think of Taiwanese women (or any adults for that matter) as innocent lambs to the slaughter though.

I guess what I think makes it more difficult for Western women than for their male counterparts in Taiwan (and this is only from my experience) is that, as women, we are socialised to be conscious of our appearance, to some extent equate our prettiness with our self-worth and that in Taiwan we are extremely visible and thus the subject of a scrutiny (and subsequent criticism) that is even higher than it would be at home. Add to which, for straight western women (I would love to hear what it is like to live as lesbian western woman in Taiwan) the dating situation is also different. I don't think Western men are not interested in Western women while they are in Taiwan at all, I just think that the high visibility of WM/TW couples and the lack of WW/TM couples, and the very open gross behaviour of some of the men can create negative dating conditions, and generally contribute to the frustration of living in Taiwan for a Western woman. So, as I said before, I don't think it is just the plight of not being able to get a man and thus being miserable but more that, in my case at least, I was faced with situations and behaviors that I hadn't experienced at home and was ill-equipped to deal with.

If I went back would I immerse myself more in non-expat related Taiwanese culture? Probably. But more importantly, if I went back I would speak up more about the crap I saw and heard about. Because I'm no longer scared of the negative connotations of being a feminist, even in a country where women are especially not encouraged to be outspoken, nor authority challenged. The prospect of a negative response to our challenges to the status quo exist to keep us quiet. And I have bitten my tongue enough.


Saturday, January 14, 2006

Knitblogs

A great post and comments from sweet georgia on knitting blogs/bloggers and how they are perceived. Knitting blogs were what first lured me into the blogosphere and though I am a complete failure as a knitter I still enjoy reading a whole bunch of knitting blogs.

And yes, I'm working on my response to Daniel's very thought provoking piece at Suitcasing. Now that the thoughts have been provoked, I just have to write about them (the difficult part for me). But thanks Daniel for broaching this tricky subject.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Red Frogs Vs Devouring Light

So I'm sitting on the sofa, surfing and thinking that I really should go to bed, while LJ and his buddies play Magic. Since he gave up playing UO, Magic is LJ's absolute favourite game. And since we have the big empty house that earned us NYE party hosting honours we also host a lot of Magic games. These games go on for hours and are accompanied by the consumption of various snacks and drinks. Though I don't play I like the snacking and drinking part and tonight enjoyed a lot of chocolate covered cashews which were delicious but are kind of making me feel a bit sick now. Anyway, as I was scooting around online I had a favourite-snack memory from when I was in Sydney. My friend Natalie who was one of the first people I ever met (indirectly, I met her then boyfriend/now husband first) online was horrified that I had never eaten a red frog. They were a classic Australian sweetie she insisted (I think she said 'lolly' though, which as far as I remember is Aussie for sweet/candy) and I had to try them out. The next evening at the 'friendly grocer' (who turned a little unfriendly after we defected to the cheaper and nearer competition who didn't flirt in a sleazy way) I noticed a plastic tub of red frogs on the counter. I bought a couple and started an addiction. Natalie was right, red frogs rock. They are a dense gummy sweet, a bit like a red wine gum, and there are both large and small versions. I can't believe I had forgotton them. I feel fickle.
Time for bed I think. LJ's friend appears to have 'Devouring Light' so it looks like their game might be over too.

Walk the Line

is a really good film too. I had only recently heard the comparisons between the main character roles in Walk The Line and Ray so I guess that was in my mind as I watched. And this is what I think.
While there are obvious similarities in the stories as they are presented - musicians, who both suffered a similar trauma in their childhood, who use/abuse drugs, who have 'relationship issues'...I think they are really very different films (perhaps because) Foxx and Phoenix play the parts in completely different ways. Ray seemed to me to be way more of a Biopic, and Foxx did a great imitation of Ray Charles. Walk the Line, though, was a looser story, and Phoenix more interpretive in his acting. And he was really really good (sexy too). Reese Witherspoon (who I have liked since Election) was great too and I really liked the way that the film described her career progression as well as the relationship she had with Cash. Her singing was fantastic too.
It's been a good week for me and the cinema.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

My first Meme

Clancy over at Culture Cat opened this one up so I thought I'd have a go...

Four Jobs You've Had in Your Life:
1. English language teacher.
2. Receptionist.
3. Software tester.
4. Advertising telesales-person (yikes!)

Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1. Running on Empty.
2. Manhattan Murder Mystery.
3. The Hot Chick (first 30 mins).
4. Magnolia.

Four Places You've Lived:
1. Dublin, Ireland.
2. Sydney, Australia.
3. Tainan, Taiwan.
4. York, England.

Four TV Show You Love to Watch:
1. The Sopranos.
2. The Apprentice.
3. The Amazing Race.
4. Father Ted.

Four Places You've Been on Vacation:
1. Hanoi, Vietnam.
2. Calgary, Canada (where I am living now).
3. Patmos, Greece.
4. Galway, Ireland.

Four Blogs You Visit Daily:
1. Feministe.
2. Feministing.
3. Culture Cat.
4. Mad Melancholic Feminista.

Four of Your Favourite Foods:
1. Sushi.
2. Pho.
3. Laksa.
4. Cheese.

Four Places You'd Rather Be:
1. On the beach.
2. Chatting with my mum at her kitchen table.
3. Walking the pier in DunLaoghaire with all my friends from home.
4. At the LinSen road nightmarket in Tainan.

Four Albums You Can't Live Without:
1. The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion - The Black Crowes.
2. Appetite for Destruction (snap Clancy!) - Guns 'n' Roses.
3. The Love Album - Dolly Parton.
4. Fight for your Mind - Ben Harper

Four Vehicles I've Owned:
1. part owner of a Ford Falcon (Australia 2000)
2. my scooter (where is she now I wonder?) (Taiwan 2001-4)
ummmm...and that's where it ends because I can't drive (tee-hee)

Four People to be Tagged:
I'll stick with Clancy and say - if you haven't done it yet, you're it!

Monday, January 09, 2006

Writing Practice

Via Mad Melancholic Feminista, a great post and comments from Bitch PhD on daily writing practices. I've been struggling to get a couple of things written myself and some of the discussion and suggestions helped me to a) realise that I'm not alone in my flailing and often failing to get things done and b)that there are simple pratical measures I can take to help with this. I got up this morning full of good intentions and as soon as LJ was out the door to work (11am) I powered up the laptop, made a cup of tea, and sat down to work. I kept myself away from blogs and email and spent a solid hour writing, took a break (for food, blogs and email) and then did a second hour. Result: I achieved what I set out to. Now, two hours of writing might not seem like a whole lot but it is miles better than the five hours of surfing and procrastination that I was doing before. Of course, I still spent a couple of hours doing that too but it was separate from the writing time, and didn't mess with it.
In other news: we went to see Syriana last night. I really enjoyed it - it was nice to watch a film that respected its audience in terms of playing out in way that treated us as intelligent beings. Added pleasure points from the Wunderbar egg I had to munch on. In case I haven't stressed the point often enough - I *really* love going to the cinema, love it, love it, love it.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Good sauce, Good idea

So it's been a blah kind of day, or rather a blah kind of weekend. Yesterday started off productive with LJ and I tackling the back room of the basement. We cut up, rolled up, and hauled up a huge amount of mouldy carpet scraps and scraped cardboard and rotten matting off the concrete. I found a dead mouse and a quantity of mouse poo much larger than the single corpse. After three hours the basement looked and smelled a lot better and we shed our clothes, masks and gloves for long hot showers to defunk ourselves.
Somehow, though, the funk seemed to seep into my pores and since then I have been in crappy mood, flopping around the house feeling grumpy about everything and nothing in particular. Until now that is.
LJ and I just got back from dropping his mum's car off and he asked if I would put together a spaghetti sauce for dinner. I agreed mostly because it's easy and would stress my bad mood out very little. Anyway, somewhere between cooking the onions and garlic and oregano and adding the tomatoes my funk lifted. Perhaps it was the yummy smell reminding me that I was hungry and that the food would soon fix that (when I'm feeling down I seem to lose the ability to recognise hunger and either don't eat at all or overeat madly), maybe it was the realisation that we have a good Chilean red that we could enjoy with the food, or maybe it was the memory of countless undergraduate nights spent perfecting this sauce - earning it the name 'good sauce'. Whichever it was, I feel a whole lot better. Cheers.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Why?

Is Law and Order on television every night in Canada? I mean, I like it well enough, but so often? and so many varieties?

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

New Year, More Thoughts on Blogs

Happy New Year!
LJ and I cheered in 2006 with a party at our house (the big empty house makes us a natural target for party-hosting) which went very well. I haven't made any resolutions (I don't like them) but have plenty of good intentions (as always).

So, I just read Matheiu O'Neil's paper Weblogs and Authority which he gave at the Blogtalk Downunder conference last year. I was grabbed by the abstract right away and think that the issues he addresses in this piece are very interesting and important in the discussions around blogging. He asks 'what processes of differentiation and exclusion structure the social dynamics of blogspace?'; considers the tension between issue-driven blogs and the online journals hosted by LiveJournal; and theorises briefly that perhaps this tension stems from issues of gender
LiveJournal is predominantly peopled by females whilst the influential political blog subgroup - for example - is predominantly male.

At the close of the paper though, O'Neil appears to settle upon a different explanation for the hostility towards LiveJournal from issue-driven bloggers:
Blogging signifies the extensions of networking and linking, but also that of controlling and excluding; however the second part of the equation is not usually acknowledged in male-dominated blogspace. LiveJournal reveals what lies behind blogging's 'participatory' and 'democratic' rhetoric, and must, accordingly, be ostracized.

While I found the paper really interesting, I was really disatisfied by the conclusion I've just quoted from. First, I think it's problematic to jump from an observation that certain parts of the blogosphere are male-dominated, or at least appear to be so (when you look through the lens of particular ranking systems) to a definition of issue/link-driven blogs as 'male-dominated blogspace'. While I don't refute the domination (again, it depends how you weigh things up), I think it is dangerous to get too comfortable with it. I also disagree that issues of exclusion and control are not acknowledged and referenced in the link/issue-driven blogosphere. Off the top of my head I can think of two instances where this was an issue for discussion: the blogroll debate as evidenced by this provocative and important post from Shelly at Burningbird; and Jessica at Feministing's acknowledgement of comment moderation and deletion. Indeed, the former post is in response to the actions of exclusion and control exercised by those at the helm of the maintenance of the blogging totem pole.
Turning back to the tension O'Neil addresses in his paper: there are reasons why I feel that the gulf of respect exists between some link/issue-driven bloggers and their online journalling counterparts. I don't really think it comes down to the online journallers exposing some kind of seedy underbelly that others would prefer to ignore (though I'm not totally discounting this argument). Rather, I think that there is a socially constructed, and reproduced from offline technologies and genres of writing, hierarchy at play: that which devalues personal writing and priviliges 'important', 'serious', 'public' writing.
I followed a link from O'Neil's piece to an (unused since June 2005) blog. I'm not completely sure if he is/was the sole writer of this blog as there are first and third person references so I can't be sure if these are his, or a co-blogger's, words:
I can't help feeling that, well, not all blogs are great. What has value in being expressed, for the author, may have less for the reader. It takes effort, and honest feedback, to make things interesting...I suppose I'm talking about quality and control.

So, being careful not to read (in case it was not written by O'Neil) as a continuation from his conference paper, I think this kind of illustrates what I'm trying to say: that there is a value judgement made upon the writing in blogs, and a large part of that judgement hinges on whether the writing is important or meaningful - with a side assumption that personal, introspective writing is neither.
Any thoughts?