introducing wog

welcome to wog.

Why wog: part one

Seeing that I was probably the only remaining member of my generation without one of these, I finally decided to jump in and make one. Which leads me to answering the first part of the question you may not even be asking: "Why wog?"

One of the big reasons I have put off joining the by-now-inevitably-named "blogosphere" has been my discomfort with the very word itself: "blog" bleh, bleeeargh! Have I just come down with a case of food poisoning? no, I'm just writing a diary. While it seems no one is with me on this one, I had been holding out hoping somehow a better word would evolve. However, since none has, I am finally, reluctantly joining the bleh-bleh-bleh-blog party, but not without saying this: it should be called something better, like why not, "wog"? If we can have a weBLOG, why can't there be room for a WeblOG? I know that bloggy is here to stay, but since you're still reading this, can't you at least consider it? Maybe just for one nanosecond? Aw, thank you! You're so kind!

In any case, this is half of the answer to "Why wog?" and whether anyone likes it or not, it is how I will be referring to my own blog, er, I mean of course, wog. I mean, its my wog and I can call it that if I want, so there! Even if I can't change that my wog is not on a site called, say, wogger. Tiny steps, tiny steps...


Why wog: part two

Now, to the probably more publicly acceptable reason for naming this wog, er, wog. You may have been cued in by the photo to the right. that is, the inspirational totem for my wog is the friendly state-of-becoming little fellow called the polliwog. (If you are still confused, we are talking about the creature some call "tadpole". Look it up, its an official variant!)

A polliwog is a creature somewhere in between the state of birth and that of full creature-hood. It is neither an egg nor is it an adult. Being amphibian, it is even more in between than any other in-betweener, as it begins life as a sort of fish, and ends its life cycle as an air-breathing frog. While a polliwog it can be any sort of in between way: no legs, one leg, three legs, four with a fishy tail...

Anyway, this wog is not about polliwogs per se, as my field of education is not that of biology (um, yeah, do frogs actually breathe air? I was guessing on that one). But since my field is the overeducated one of written thought, the little polliwog (which I did by the way have a hand in rearing when I was myself a sort of polliwog) is a perfect metaphor for what I do want this wog to be all about, and that is of course, things which are in the state of becoming.

More specifically, this will be a document of all the projects, ideas, etc. etc. which some others when looking at them might call "unfinished". It has come to my attention that being the sort of person that I am, I have more than what one might say is the "normal" amount of woggy projects. In fact, if I were to only document all of the various woggy projects of mine that are currently in woggy form today, I might have enough, were I to post one such project per day, to continue this wog well beyond the end of my days, assuming I live those days to full-aged maturity given current life expectancy of the modern healthy non-smoking female. In that way, even this wog will be its own woggy project, in that it shall likely always be what less visionary people might choose to call "unfinished".