Archive for February, 2011

Welcome to my…uhh…to my…

BLOG. There, I said it. Blog. I just hate that term. When I first heard the word, it reminded me of something a troll would leave in the woods.

These days, though, ‘the blog’ sounds like the kind of morass some poor sucker might stumble into on the way to the unemployment line, never to be heard from again. The term just seems so, well, terminal that even writing it depresses me.

And if that isn’t bad enough, inviting people to take a look at my blog makes me sound like a pervert: “Hey baby, hey baby…wanna see my bl-o-o-o-g?” I mean, just what are people supposed to think when they hear that?! No wonder they run the other way when I mention it.

No, I don’t like the word B-L-O-G at all. Back before the invention of ‘blog’ (which is just a lazy way of saying ‘web log,’ by the way), they had this thing called a ‘zine’ which was basically the same thing. Zine is slightly better, but it sounds a little too sleek and glossy and professional for anything I’ve got to say. I don’t want to have to get dressed up in leather pumps and a pants suit every day just to form an opinion.

So I’ve been giving this some thought, and I don’t see why I’d want to use an ugly word like B-L-O-G when I can use a nice word that doesn’t get nearly enough good press these days.  I’m talking about the word ‘chronicle.’

Now chronicle conjures up all sorts of pleasurable images for most people. I happen to be reminded of sailing voyages, and martians, and daily newspapers gathered from the doorstep just after dawn.

On a more practical level, chronicle is an appropriate term because the entries are, by definition, in chronological order – just like blog entries. Plus, chronicles tend to aim for historical accuracy without any slick spin.

Well, that happens to suit my purposes to a T, let me tell you. Because the way I figure it, I’ll be spending at least half my time telling you people why you shouldn’t do something the way I just did it. So chronicle it shall be.

Welcome to my kitchen chronicles.

Now, just soon as I put a fresh pot on, we’ll be on our way.


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Rachel Laudan

A Historian's Take on Food and Food Politics

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