"Mom loves hearing every boring detail of her kids' lives," he said. "She'd want to know what I'm eating for dinner every night, if she could. This blog is like porn for her."

"Come to think of it, why do I sometimes write about what I ate for dinner?" Widmar asked.

- "mom discovers blog," the onion

I laughed, but I've seriously considered this question for many years. I write about food because I love food. I think about places in terms of restaurants. I remember vacations by what I ate (and sometimes by what I wore). Ironically, my mother is the exact same way.

Also? I write a diary. You can pontificate all you like about the self-obsessed pedantry of the blogging phenomenon, but I started out to write an on-line diary - and a diary never promises to be Hemingway. It's expected to contain stupid details, pointless rants and observations that bleed into irrelevancy by the end of the paragraph. At least, that's what I tell myself.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 11/13/2003 08:29:00 a.m.