Wasn't this blog around for a long time already? Why are there so few posts?
nicopolitan.com has been around for years--almost a decade as of 2013--but on October 1, 2010, the blog's author, Nico (me), completely fucked up while screwing around with MySQL tables and subdomains, and a lot of the information was deleted.
Now, the blog is back. It seems to be working okay. Consistency still cannot be guaranteed.
"Aren't blogs just self-indulgent whining?"
Yes. Sometimes. Actually, seldom. If you believe the above statement in the sense of a rhetorical question, you might want to consider realigning with the zeitgeist of the 21st century.
I should remind you that you, too, sometimes whine. Maybe you whine in the privacy and confidence of a friend, family member, or paid professional. That's fine, too. To each, their own. For bloggers, whining in public is an interesting way to let off steam that simultaneously challenges creativity, but it's more than that. Any stranger who happens to drop by and bother to commiserate becomes a potential candidate for friendship. Would you believe me if I told you that this actually does happen? You might, if you were a blogger.
We live life in public.
"Aren't blogs just for depressed emo teens who complain about life and cut themselves?"
I don't understand how being overly emotional is something you can't be if you're a teenager, but no. Where the hell have you been for the last 10 years? Wouldn't you find it hard to believe that 50 million blogs are populated solely by teenagers? That 50 million+ publishing sites are just depressed? Self-absorbed? Come on, that's ridiculous and you know it. Even if only 1% of blogs are quality, that makes 500K good blogs to read. That's enough to safely claim that there's really something for everyone.
And even for the blogs that are journals/diaries, who are you to say you're better for not writing something? At least bloggers are creating content and are practicing writing. Chances are, if you're not writing on a regular basis, that same depressed teenager with the bad haircut is a better writer than you are because of practice.
And really? You still use the word 'emo'? What is this, 1998?
"Alright fine. But why do you have a blog?"
I need a space to practice and learn skills in web development, and to use as a home base for experiments in social media. I break and reconstruct this blog all the time. Blogging is already a popular and practical publishing platform for what I do and for that in which I'm involved. The only way to learn constructing and reconstructing is to dive headlong into it.
And the personal stuff? That's just good fodder for practice, and it's all in good fun. There is a real person behind this username, after all.
Besides, I've met some really great people by being a blogger. As I don't intend to take back any of those relationships built, I retort: "Why wouldn't I have a blog?"
"Wouldn't you rather engage with real people?"
Oh, I don't know. Have you considered that most of the people you meet in real life are on the net anyway?
"What if people hate you? Wouldn't that affect you?"
I can stand behind my writing if I don't take this thing too seriously. And besides, who gives a crap what people think? And who gives a crap about what I say, anyway? This is the internet. Everyone does whatever the fuck they want. That's how the internet works. Sorry, that's how internet culture works; the internet itself functions as a series of tubes.