McGehee is wondering that himself these days:
I was just over at a well-known blogosphere cenotaph and it’s left me reflecting on how many of my once-favored blogosphere haunts are either gone or no longer host the voices that originally drew me to them. Dodd’s Ipse Dixit went away too soon and he’s now just a single, rarely seen contributor to Outside the Beltway. Junkyard Blog has gone through at least two voices since Bryan Preston went to … Hot Air? Somewhere.
Bryan did go to Hot Air, and has since departed: last I heard, he was working for Laura Ingraham’s radio show.
Brent’s The Ville is long gone and Susanna’s Cut on the Bias has had occasional brief revivals but never stays lit up long enough for me to stumble on it before it’s gone dark again. Ricky West’s last blog post was almost a year ago.
And so on. I used to read a lot of those myself, in fact. And both McGehee and I spent a few bucks for the CD by Brent’s band.
But there’s always the question of how anyone remains interested in rattling off a thousand words a day, day after day, year after year. (Me, I do a lot of recycling.) The odds seem unfavorable:
According to a 2008 survey by Technorati, which runs a search engine for blogs, only 7.4 million out of the 133 million blogs the company tracks had been updated in the past 120 days. That translates to 95 percent of blogs being essentially abandoned, left to lie fallow on the Web, where they become public remnants of a dream — or at least an ambition — unfulfilled.
Maybe that explains why I’m still here: I had neither dream nor ambition when I uploaded that first page in the spring of ’96. I did, however, have free time and free space. Now the space costs me money, though less than it used to, and the time seems to be growing shorter, which leaves me one reason to keep on going: all these years, I’ve cracked wise about spinning out an “unauthorized autobiography,” and now I have this overwhelming desire to see whether it ends well.