Monday, September 25, 2006

Okay Blog...


Blog… The roots of homepages, web logs and listings can be dated back to 1992.

The first use of the term weblog was presented in a topic named, “Exploiting the World-Wide Web for Electronic Meeting Document Analysis and Management” at a conference in Australia in August 1995.

In 1996 online journal diaries were measured in the hundreds.

In early 1999 Peter Merholz shortens the term “weblog” to blog.

In August 1999, Pyra Labs, today owned by Google, launches the free Blogger service.

Over a very short period of time blogs spread worldwide over the Internet.

In January 2005 Larry Keiler of Lunchbucket, Ontario, Canada begins his first blog. Larry descriped himself as a “Underemployed Pote” he decribed himself as follows

“I am the altered ego of He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless, currently serving a seven year term at the Yoni School for Wayward Poets. I was charged and convicted of phelonious misspelling and operating without a poetic license. am the altered ego of He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless, currently serving a seven year term at the Yoni School for Wayward Poets. I was charged and convicted of phelonious misspelling and operating without a poetic license.”

His first blog he wrote:

"First things first
First -- figure out what the hell I'm doing with this thing......"

Have you figured it out yet Larry?

As of 2005 there is 50 million online journal blogs.

http://www.blogherald.com/2005/03/06/a-short-history-of-blogging/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog#2001_.E2.80.93_2004

Larry’s first Blog...Feel free to look back and comment...

http://vajrasattva1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_vajrasattva1_archive.html

Shakin' (BOB)

11 comments:

Xena said...

Ah, Larry's first blog - I remember it fondly...

Xena said...

You know, I never liked the word blog. It makes me think of something from outerspace. Or worse still, something left in a Kleenex, or found on the side of the road - blogkill. It sounds kinda crass. BLOG. Too much like BLOB. Or PLOP. Something you might say when the doctor has that tongue depresser thing in your mouth.... and you start to choke on it...

Personal writing should have a name that is easier on the ear and heart.. something more poetic.

w.t. said...

Words need time. Words need association. The word blog grew from other computer terms. Say it first and it sounds rather gross. The one who came up with the term, I bet you was/is not a poet. Maybe a computer wizz.

But having blogged and imagining blog trees, blog branches and blog blossoms, falling into the world of blog mania, the word takes on a life of its own with associations of compatebility; like-thinking, human friends. A friendly note creeps in, more positive.

It would take a lot to change a term that took on a life of its own. Loony, toony...

In Amsterdam, close to where I lived, they built a church. The tower ended in a one sided slant. It was done on purpose, supposed to represent that nothing is finished or perfect in this world. The name they therefore gave the church was, "De onvolmaakte". (The imperfect one)

Well, someone took one look at that tower and saw a cole shutttle. Expressed the term and it stuck. The church is known as the cole shuttle. Only a hand full of people remember the real name.

Remember that pleasant word gay, that brought associations of happy children at play, or a lively flower display? All we have left of the flower association is pansy. Yuck.

I hadn't discovered the blogging world yet when pioneer Larry from Lunch bucket launched his first weblog. Blog it all!

w.t. said...

Actually, the word blog makes me think of chickens. Dutch chickens say: "tock, tock, tock. "Blog blog blog resembles that sound.

X said...

We could always try some Dr. Seuss. "I write my blog upon the log, I read it to my Farley Dog."

Wild thing, m'dear, may you enjoy much gaity in life! Dancing in the forest with your blog trees and blog blossoms.

w.t. thinking for xena said...

My Farley dog do like this blog.
My Farley dog do like this blog composed on a log.
My Farley dog wags his tail
pleased with my doggone doodle logging-blogging tale.

My Farley dog likes tales of trails
of turtles and snails.
He wags his tail at wales of tales
'bout white water boating.
Hail, my precious Farley dog do truly like my logging-blogging waggy-tail tales.

Believe it or not.

Larry Keiler said...

My Farley dog do bark at strangers
and sometimes nonexistent dangers...
they must be nice when he do meet em
for otherwise, he'll surely eat em

Farley Dog said...

woof! woof!

Farley said...

snarl, snarl, bite, bite

wild thing said...

Ah Farley, you are just the Farleyst Farley. I send you a dose of loving where you can't get me.

wild thing said...

I meant FROM where you can't get me.