Urban Dictionary defines blogging:

“Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about bloggers is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a referral on a more popular blogger’s website to set the lesser blogger’s ego into orbit.”

Yep, that about covers it.  For a brief but memorable period in my life, I was signing up for everything that offered a username and password.  Then I realized that, as fun as writing is, the weeds were beginning to crowd out the garden.  I’ve since cancelled several of my online identities, including **gasps** MySpace.

So here I am at WordPress, digitally reborn and rising gilded like the phoenix from the ashes.  Admittedly, this is one of the big draws for me toward online publishing: it’s transient, like light moving across the face of our section of the planet.  I could, on a whim, change it all with little or no consequence.  Kind of reminds me, in a way, of King Solomon’s reflections in Ecclesiastes of the meaninglessness of our toil.  There’s nothing new under the sun… but then, acknowledging this foolishness has a liberating quality to it.  We can just suck in the joy of the moment without worrying about enriching our false sense of importance.