Reflections on Four Years of The Marocharim Experiment
I know that blog anniversaries are a dime-a-dozen, and that maybe talking about your blog’s anniversary tends to be on the blowhard side of the equation. Yes, for all intents and purposes, no one cares if you’re celebrating (or “celebrating”) your blog’s anniversary.
But if you’ve been around for four years or so, you’ll probably either indulge in self-promotion, or indulge in self-reflection.
November 9, 2008… it’s been four years, isn’t it?
I was with a group of Plurkers the other night at Eastwood enjoying some ice cream and fruit-flavored… “Julius,” when a girl in the group (I think her name’s Tiffany… I’m not good with names, bleh) asked me what I blog about. If you’re a regular reader, you’ll understand that it’s kind of hard to explain, but after a long litany of stuff, I ended up saying “Hey, I also translate Backstreet Boys into Filipino.”
Tiffany gave me a look of disbelief and asked, “Why?”
What an excellent question!
Four years ago when I started this blog over at Original TMX, I never thought that I would have a hand in moving a few things, changing a few thoughts, and standing up for some things. There were controversial opinions, emotionally-charged thoughts, regular rants, and making the most mundane somehow the most meaningful. And lately, lyrics translations.
I won’t make any pretentions or what that I’m a “blogging celebrity” or an “icon of the blogosphere” or anything; I’m just another regular guy with a blog. While I am a writer by profession, I don’t have any illusions or delusions about writing skills, or political insights, or whatever, here. The Marocharim Experiment is hardly a breakthrough, but when you kind of figure out how many people (at most, a dozen) have changed their minds and their thoughts because of what you write, it does count for something special. Never mind if it’s about politics, if it’s about having a job, or if it’s about the fact that you’ll meet one guy out there (me) who doesn’t like pizza.
To be honest, I do not know. Maybe I have an unhealthy compulsion (addiction, perhaps) to write, or maybe because I’m just bored every darned day of my life. Either way, I had – and I continue to have – a lot of fun doing what I do both for a living and for fun, and that’s writing. And I think that’s what blogging is supposed to be: no matter how serious things get, no matter how annoyed we are, no matter how popular or non-famous we are, we should always have fun doing what we do. Whether it’s done for fun, or done for a living.
I guess that’s why I’m still here. It’s not that I’m addicted to writing or that I’m compelled to write, but because I find writing fun. Suffice to say, the novelty of writing is not wearing off; indeed, if there’s anything that remains true to this very day, it’s this:
Everything – and I mean everything – can be written about.
So what’s next for the year ahead? Will I translate more lyrics? Will I call for an alternative solution to our government woes that involves congressmen in bouncing bubble-suits? Will I ever get a girlfriend? Will I ever be so intrigued about dried tamarind for me to actually write about it?
I have absolutely no idea, but if there’s anything I’m sure of as I blog into the next year, and for the years to come, I live and die… and of course, have fun, in TMX.
But most of all, THANK YOU.