The other night, Metrodad, Laid-off Dad and I headed out for some drinks and burgers, our first face-to-face meeting, actually, and it was a lot of fun. It was also interesting to see how our own blogging activities fit differently into our offline/realworld lives.
It got me to thinking that blogging about dad-related stuff is a way for me to make sense of my own life and the changes that come with becoming a dad. There's a lot of re-ordering, re-thinking, and constant shuffling, as I try to reconcile the realities and responsibilities of my life today with the person I was--and the life I had--before the kid showed up.
To the extent that can be useful and interesting to other guys in similar situtations, that's great, but working on Daddy Types still often feels like it's the way I capture and process the weirdness, wonder, mysteries, tedium, challenges, thrills, oddities, memories, and future memories of my World w/Kid.
Then this morning, I saw Brian Dillon's lucid essay on what makes a great magazine. And I thought he really captured the feelings I have sometimes about Daddy Types.
Every once in a while, I get these waves of guilt and wonder if I shouldn't be publishing this or that hyper-practical guide of "15 Must-Have Whatevers!" or to celebrity parent gossip instead of rummaging around for old toys on eBay--or linking to random 300-yo clothes.
But after reading Dillon's paean to unpredictability and the idea that "expectations are there to be confounded," and after getting a little bit of insight into two fellow dadbloggers who I admire and who do things quite differently themselves, I figure DT will just keep making stuff up as it goes along. And if you have any better ideas, hey, start a blog. And send me the link.
Dear Reader... [frieze.com, itself an awesome magazine started, coincidentally, by friends I admire. via kottke]