I ran into a reader last night (hi, Andy!). “You got out of bed!” he said. And that was odd, because I’m not sure I consider the fact that what I say here is also out there, that what I write can be read by anyone with an IP address, seconds after I hit the publish button, or months and years later. It’s easy to imagine that because I type this into the machine when I am mostly alone, it stays singular somehow, as though I’m really only talking to myself. But there is no private anymore, is there? And there’s that big button that says “publish,” even though I forget what it means sometimes.

When a character addresses the audience directly on television, it’s called “breaking the fourth wall.” But what is this I’m doing here? Reaching through the screen? One-to-some communication? Blah-blah-blah-blogging? Help me out here, we need a way to describe this act, with its strong strain of jacked-in loner-dom and its possibility for community, which is something I’m only beginning to realize (hi, commenters! Thank you!).

PS: My sister told me she was glad I was doing this post every day for a month thing. “You need a little push,” she said. “You were getting off track there.” I think this was her way of calling me lazy.

But two posts in one day is extra credit, right? RIGHT?!?

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