Another Anniversary

My blog just turned eight years old and my friend Alex’s blog just turned seven (go read her beautiful post about it here.)

Although we have many mutual friends, it was really our blogs that brought us together. In a roundabout way. Our blogs made us friends. (And made it possible for us to repeatedly try to infiltrate a certain cult to its highest level. Who else would behave in such a boneheaded way with me?

Alex: “So. What are our plans for the week I am staying with you?”
Me: “I figure we’ll never leave the apartment for 4 days, and watch 1970s movies and documentaries about John Cassavetes late into the night, and then on Wednesday night, we’ll go check out the $cientoMogy Org in Times Square and try to get recruited.”
Alex: “Sounds awesome!”

It’s interesting to read her journey with blogging. I liked this part:

And then I went into a strange period of wanting to prove how much stuff I knew about stuff. I needed people to know I had a vast amount of knowledge. Blogging then became a chore for me. I’d angst over posts. Did I write about the President yesterday? Okay…now I should write about NASA. And then tomorrow, I’ll write about alligator heads.

Alex, I missed that post on alligator heads and I really need to read it. Like, NOW.

And I loved this comment here:

I’m not much of a hobbyist. I obsess too much for that. I go into things in a large way, always have.

I hadn’t ever thought of it that way, but it expresses perfectly for me how I operate as well. I used to have an entire category on my site (before it got too unwieldy) called “Obsessions”. I don’t have hobbies. I have obsessions. I am extremely OCD about them. I am an investigator. I make it my business to know everything I can about whatever it is I am obsessed by, and I work it like it’s my job.

So thank YOU, Alex. For your writing, your honesty, your obsessions, and also for being willing to hook yourself up to an e-Meter with me, any time, any place.