Monday, April 15, 2013

The Death of Informality

Well here's an out of place post for the present day.

I make that statement based on the fact that I am actively trying to transition aRPS away from the blogging model and into something bigger. All this is highly speculative at this point and still in the works, but what remains is my desire to do this. This has also alerted me to another point of blogging.

A lot of people don't blog to be or look professional. Sure there are a good amount of professional style blogs with legitimate business models and that sort of thing, but I've come under the impression (let me know if I'm deceived in this or not) that this whole blogging deal tends to lead to a lot of personal rants about lives and topics and such. These "lives and topics and such" once had a place on aRPS, but that place seems more than half a decade in the past (and most of it is).

I'm writing this because I've been browsing some blogs of some good friends of mine who aren't related to any sort of my business interests. These friends talk openly about their private lives and grapple with issues openly. As with many of my opinions, I'll defer on what I think about this to the best presented argument at the time. I don't have particularly strong feelings about the subject right now, but I do have a style that I like to preserve so that gives me some preferences at least.

This style that I talk about tends to show itself through my own writing on the blog and perhaps a little bit on the first podcast (although Reogan does a good job of balancing that). Generally, I tend to shy away from posting about things from my personal life. We all have different experiences, we form opinions, people debate whose opinions make more sense, the cycle continues. There's nothing wrong with it, but I'm just not the person to do this on a blog. If any of you remember back to Earth Database, Collide Files (EDCF), you've been around too long and I'd like to think I've changed since then. That change is primarily in the fact that I don't like being openly creative without a formalized model to implement it. I conclude that any agent needs a delivery system. I conclude that formalizing processes and building a structure is important because it's respected and because it takes work; it conveys a more clear understanding of the various ways human interaction works.

This post is titled "The Death of Informality" - at this point no doubt to the reader a reference to the disparity between the direction I have concluded I must move aRPS in and the direction various aforementioned friends of mine have chosen. Yet as in most things with life, I'm still slightly hesitant to move on. I love the idea of the aRPS platform we're building right now (don't get your expectations as high as mine or you just might be let down by this). I also feel for my friends who actively write about their lives, especially content I'd keep private if put in their place. So there may be a bit of a "death of informality" here on aRPS, but simple human interaction is never too far away.

I don't feel like sharing my personal thoughts (personal as in speculative) on an open platform. I like to have my mind made up before I make a post because it tends to keep everyone on task and focused. Granted, many of my conclusions about the music I listen to lean towards long-winded rants that attempt to inadequately sum up technical specifications that I usually process as something akin to emotional injection (just reading that sentence makes me fear for a regular reader of my music reviews/articles). I feel compelled to write this off as a formal attempt to informally communicate with music listeners who know just as much as I do (which isn't much, technically). So that remains, hope is not lost (interpret that as you will).

I'm all for making people think. I'm all for making myself think. I am thinking (if you haven't noticed) right now. For all of those who've stuck with us over the years, we owe you a big thank you. It's really quite easy for me to slip into PR mode, but I like reminding myself (in front of the internet in this rare case) that I am, as Agent Jones is keen to point out, only human (don't read into that too much past the reference). Now that that's over with, thoughts?