It's all a matter of opinion

"What is your blogsite all about?" asked syndicated columnist Jill Stewart of Pajamas Media in a phone interview this morning. Some things are obvious, and having taken a peek at our blog, she already knew about Baby Cakes (sniffing the wind out on the terrace yesterday afternoon, above photo) and Sweet Tiny Pea (below).

Jill of Pajamas Media -- a delightful interviewer -- was amused during our phone conversation this morning at our recollection of something we had written a few months ago about our snail blogging roots back in the dark ages of the early nineties:

Gratifying that we still agree with ourselves after all these years and thrilling that our issues with the MSM have finally taken center stage in the national debate.

As we blogged here last fall:

We've been looking askance at Big Media for years. But until the new technologies came along -- first talk radio, then proliferating cable news options and now our own medium of choice, the internet -- we weren't able to do much about it beyond blowing off steam by yelling at the TV, scribbling impassioned notes in the margins of newspaper and magazine articles and firing off the occasional letter to the editor. Comfortable inside their Pauline Kael Bubble, the alphabet networks and major dailies and weeklies had the field all to themselves, but no more.

Not bad.  And there's more:

But 9/11 awoke another sleeping giant, one that may have been slouching towards some kind of cyberBethlehem waiting to be born even as world attention was focused elsewhere. We're speaking, of course, of the blogosphere. A virtual lamp beside the golden door, this new medium was a beacon to the virtual "huddled masses yearning to breathe free" in the wake of 9/11, giving voice to those who had been voiceless -- Iraqi bloggers, milbloggers, homefront bloggers and bloggers of every stripe, seekers of wisdom and truth who weren't buying what effete academic elites and mainstream media pack journalists were selling anymore.

Speaking of awakening sleeping giants, a black-and-white feline intruder (upper right in photo) didn't realize whom he was dealing with when he ventured into the side yard this morning. Relying on deception and surprise -- in the best Sun Tzu tradition -- Tiny kept a low profile behind a chimney tile until the incautious kitty was practically upon her. Then she showed herself, her sudden and terrible presence scaring off the enemy without the baring of so much as a tooth or claw.

And that's why we blog. That and the importance of being noticed, of course, not to mention the pleasure of posting photo-essay snapshots of beauty in unexpected places.  Then there are the ailuroic antics of the Chelsea Grays.  In that connection, a fun fact about the otherwise estimable Roger L. Simon.  According to Jill, the PJM honcho -- human companion of Zane Greyhound -- had this to say about that:

You're wrong about catblogging.  It's not the hot thing.

We guess it depends upon what your definition of "hot" is.

Update:  Friday Ark is open for business at Modulator.

Comments

[Teresa]

Why thank you so much for the link my dear! I'm afraid that lately I've fallen down on the job, but there is still so much misinformation by the MSM, I will soon be at it again.