Cup of blog.
A trend I've noticed in new blogs: Bloggers trying to justify the creation of their blogs. "I don't know why I started this blog" is a pretty typical thing to say in your first post. As though the blogger needs to explain why he's adding one more page to the e-cesspool.
Because I almost never write blog posts, and haven't done it for over two years, I also feel a weird desire to explain away what you could call the narcissism of sharing "thoughts and observations" in a public space. Despite years of posting in various online forums, the guilty feeling of trespassing seems strongest in the blogosphere. Strange self-reflexive practices emerge in the first few weeks of posting. Then the habit is lost, and you either stop blogging or you can "be yourself" at last.
When I was doing my BA I kept a silly blog for occasionally sharing interesting links. I intend to continue doing that, because it's fun. I have other motivations — all of them narcissistic — but sharing them is pointless. There's no reason to justify a blog. I'm still trying to figure out a proper format for this thing; one possibility is to comment on books that I'm reading, but I wouldn't read that, so I can't assume anyone else would, either. Another possibility is talking about stuff that happens in my daily life, but nothing happens in my daily life that warrants blogging about — and if it does, it shouldn't be blogged about. No moaning about girlfriends here. I have a maid to do my cleaning. I play the guitar and record music. I've written a couple of novels and am working on publishing a memoir about the death of my mother. My two dogs are called Whisky and Ludwig. My former housemate is living back home now, so I may have to find a new one soon. I live on the Parade in Leam. My band is called Paris and the Hiltons, and you can listen to a song here.
That is sufficient.