Found a good quote today in Margaret Atwood’s "Blind assassin" which I think has some relevance to the phenomenon of blogging. The protagonist, Iris Chase is musing as to why she is recounting her life in the book:

"Why is it want so badly to memoralise ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.

We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups. We monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl on washroom walls.

What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silently finally like a radio running down.