Confessions of a Paladin

Someone passed me a blog questionnaire. I’m going to answer it sincerely, which already makes it embarrassing. Fine.

Why do I blog? To have a voice in this enormous internet. To find the rare people worth knowing through their writing. To figure out what I actually think by forcing myself to put it down. I’ve been doing it long enough that the reasons feel obvious to me now, but those are still the honest ones.

Self-portrait, written briefly: a 23-year-old with an unreasonable attachment to Japan and Apple products, who hasn’t fully lost sight of the things that matter but definitely spends too much time on the things that don’t. I’m aware of the contradiction.

Why do readers come back? Because they can sense I’m going to be the king of bloggers—Luffy logic, full commitment—and they want to have been here from the beginning. That’s the story I’m telling myself and I’m not changing it.

The post that deserved more attention than it got: my imaginary perfect weekend, written last December, which apparently nobody read. Their problem.

What I’m reading right now: PingMag, the Japanese design magazine that treats visual culture with the seriousness it deserves. Mac-Essentials for obvious reasons. And Sash’s blog on Suicide Girls, which is consistently more interesting than most things published anywhere else.

The last blog I opened was Jenny’s, where I found this questionnaire. She’s deeply impressed, she noted, that I play a blood elf paladin. As she should be.

RSS subscriptions: technically one. My own feed, which I set up only to check whether it worked. I read everything else by opening tabs manually and clicking through. I know that’s inefficient. I don’t want to hear about it.