We lose track of time when we are young and that precarious hold on one part of our orientation to four dimensions becomes even more tenuous as we retire, lose loved ones, become housebound, and in many ways have a more limited existence.
Our time here on Our Salon for some seems to exist out of time. For some of us it is the writing that makes this happen, and for others it is the time spent reading, commenting and discussing.
We come from all kinds of backgrounds, and the nature and extent of our experiences come out in bits and pieces.
The nature of blogging has changed over the past couple of decades.
That’s right; it has been a couple of decades.
“The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May 1999.”
Our older daughter began blogging in the early days. The oldest entry I can find of hers under any of her multiple name changes and aliases was in 2005, and that may be about when she began. Her blogging was part of a social networking project among parents of children on dialysis and with other life threatening illnesses. Over time our granddaughter had a kidney transplant and our daughter’s life became less confined to being a dialysis nurse/parent.
In 2009 Salon Media Group opened an experimental project called Open Salon. A friend who had been a newspaper journalist shared a link to the site and I joined. It was a heady time in blogging. A large number of excellent writers tried out the site, for various reasons, and dropped out, moved on or stayed as part of a social network. In 2015, due to its very nature – being open – it was overcome with spam and was closed in 2015. There were writers whose posts went “viral” who got hundreds of thousands of “hits”. My best was over 30,000.
When it became clear to everyone that Open Salon was going to fold a group of friends set up a new social network of writers; Our Salon.
It has been twelve years since I started writing. I did it because I had become essentially blind, retired, and needed something to keep me going in a life limited, essentially, to reading and writing on a computer with accessibility software.
Writing – being here – has made my life much richer than it would have been, and I’m thankful for that.
As we have all gotten older some names that showed up all of the time suddenly disappeared. In some cases we know what happened. In others we have been in the dark. We have little way of asking unless another member, who knows the member personally, lets us know.
That’s how we knew about James Mark Emmerling. It’s how we knew about nanatehay’s brother. Otherwise, the screen just goes dark. We don’t get to say goodbye, or have a memorial or find closure.
A “friend”, here and previously on Open Salon, has not been heard from in a while. JMac, today and 1947, has had health issues and has been looking after a brother with a serious health issue. He has been asked about. Some of us have sent personal messages to him and, at least for me, there has been no response.
Some people just get busy with life and disappear for a while and then come back. Hopefully, that is the case here.
Maybe we could all write our own obituaries with the stipulation that the home town newspaper, or funeral home send a copy here after we move on?
I think we would all like to say goodbye to all of our virtual friends when the last entry came because the writer took the last exit.