I Never MetaBlogged I Didn’t Like

OK, this post is going to border on what a friend of mine refers to as “oblivious” blogging.

But I’m not going to explain exactly what “oblivious” blogging means, in part because I don’t fully understand.

Nor am I going to name the friend, because that’s the whole point of this entry. Well, the main point of this entry is to explain why I’ve been quieter on here lately, without actually explaining why I’ve been quieter on here lately. Pretty oblivious, huh?

I have a Google reader news feed aggregator I check pretty regularly, and I’ve subscribed to most of my friends’ blogs. So when I check it today, there are two blog posts about events I was involved with. Neither of them mentions me.

Someone I know wrote a blog post a while back — which I won’t link to, since that would reveal who it was, and defeat the point of this post — about privacy, particularly online privacy, and the extent to which our privacy is at the mercy of other people. I may share with no one about what I did on the way to rehearsal Monday, but if someone else who was involved does, the story is public. A week and a half ago, I went to the Space Camp Hall of Fame induction. I did write about it, but took no pictures there. However, by the time I got to work on Monday, pictures of me had been posted to at least two Web sites. Since one of those was Facebook, the pictures showed up on my profile.

Why did neither of those two blog posts mention me? I don’t know. Maybe the writers wanted to protect my privacy, not talk about my life without my permission. Maybe they wanted to protect their own privacy, and not let people know that I was the person involved. (In one case, there wasn’t even mention that anyone else was there.)

I’ve done a good bit of the former. There have been blog posts that I’ve written that involved other characters that I don’t talk about, in deference to their privacy. Sometimes that means talking about something I did with “a friend” or “a coworker.” Sometimes it means writing about something I did with someone else, and leaving out the fact anyone else was there. But the former is predicated on the identity being irrelevant, and the latter is predicated on their participation being irrelevant.

And for a lot of stories, that’s just not the case. So those stories just don’t get told.

It’s an interesting issue, and one that I’m becoming increasingly aware of. Where’s the line? What’s the limit? Six years ago, I would have thought nothing of coming in to work and talking about my weekend; and part of me still sees my blog as an extension of that. On the other hand, it’s also a publication, in a way.

OK, enough rambling. Thoughts? How does anyone else with a blog handle this issue?