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S'what's new? Oh, not much...

I've used that same old blog design for two and a half years and have grown tired of it. So, here's a new layout.

My blogroll wasn't doing much for me, either. At the beginning of this month, Google Reader went bye-bye. This was both good news and bad -- I blogged twice about Reader and how it both fed and reflected my wide range of interests. I had always planned to do that more regularly, but it didn't happen. I think this might be because I got so bogged down in my feeds, starring them for later and then going through and finding things to save to Evernote, that it began to consume me.
When Google made the announcement, I was quick to jump over to Feedly, but the rhythm was wrong and it didn't cooperate. It kept feeds I tried to discard and refused to line them up in the order I wanted. After awhile I stopped and thought about it. I had really made myself a prisoner of an RSS feed, and now had an excellent excuse to stop. So I quit Feedly and discovered that a great many of my faves were already on my blogroll or indirectly linked to it. I've been getting my info fix that way for a week or two now, and that led me to get rid of all my blogroll subcategories, clean out a few sites and just group them in reverse chrono order. All one hundred twenty-seven of them!*

The subcategories were creating two problems. First, unless I had plenty of time and energy, I was more inclined to read the more recent "general interest" blogs in the first category, and then work my way down. Sometimes (but usually not) I succeeded. The other problem was the subcategories themselves. They're now somewhat out of date, since my interests tend to evolve. Four or five years ago I was a rah-rah, give 'em hell atheist. But now that CNN and others have reported on a university study that identifies six (undoubtedly soon to be many, many more) types of atheists, I now feel quite a bit less defensive about attending a Unitarian Universalist church and making casual pocket money doing astrological charts and forecasts.

What's more, I've found that that my religious and political beliefs intertwine strongly with feminism, to the point that I can no longer separate the three. So why try to separate them, and then rank them? 

This little project also gave me some time to delve into the excellent religion-blog aggregators Freethought Blogs and Patheos, identify the individual sites that had proven to be my faves, and place them on the blogroll individually. This will greatly increase my likelihood of reading them on a regular basis.

With all the time I spend on the internet (blogs, Facebook, Twitter, and standard news sites such as CNN and HuffPo, there is no excuse to say "there's nothing to write about." There's plenty -- I just need to take the time and do it. 

See ya soon.
*at last count


Dana said…
*waves* Not sure how I lost you, but I found you again! Always happy to see a familiar face!!

Now pardon me while I stalk your archives ....
Vol-E said…
Stalk away! Glad things are going well in your neck of the woods!

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