no news is...no news

I am not cut out for blogging.

To me, blogging seems to be a rather self-indulgent act. I don't read many blogs, but the few I have read seem more intent on self-expression than on communication. I don't have a burning need to share myself with the world. In fact, I quite prefer having a bit of control over who knows what. (Big surprise there.) Blogging doesn't seem like communication because it's all one-way. Oh, sure, there is the possibility of comment, question, input...but in actuality, it happens rarely.

Besides, life here is just LIFE. As I live it, I forget what it is that is novel about life here. I eat, I sleep, I teach, I watch tv. I clean the litter box. It got very cold (come on--it's RUSSIA) and now it's not as cold...not much novel or blog-worthy there.

I am an actor. There is no getting away from that. I would never WANT to get away from that. An actor needs an audience. Without one, a play is just lines learnt in the bathtub. And blogging feels to me like that endless bubble bath of line-learning...with the water growing tepid.

I'll try to turn the hot water tap with my left toe and infuse this blog with new froth. If you want it out of the bathtub and onto the stage, let me know you're out there! If not, I'll gracefully bow out.

Kate