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we be #blogarch December: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

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Welcome to round two of the #blogarch adventure, orchestrated by Dougsarchaeology . This month, the question posed to those of us who still do this blogging thing is more reflective: what's been good about blogging? Bad? And what's been downright ugly? Well geez. The Good Friends! Contacts, networks, people to talk to. But I think more importantly, blogging offers a longform elaboration of the casual conversations and offhand interests that the 140 character world doesn't really give you a chance to get into. For instance, I am pretty good at working up a #twitterstorm rage. I've had lots of social media chats with friends and strangers about things that seriously, epically get my metaphorical goat ( looking at you , #aquaticape! also, druid in-fighting ). But here's the thing about an insta-rage: you sound like a total jerk. Seriously. That rage needs context . And maybe pictures of the Judean People's Front (splitters!). literally, any excuse to use

ah, but what have you done for me lately? a response to the #saa14 #blogarch carnival

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...in which your correspondent participates, not for the first time (those were the good ole' days, eh Colleen ?) , in the digital round robin that is a blogging carnival, with the hopes of someday seeing it at the SAAs . Follow along with the carnival through the #blogarch tag or Doug's blog here . November's question: Why blogging? – Why did you, or if it was a group- the group, start a blog? I'm guessing that like many of my blogging compatriots, I started my personal blog for a combination of reasons, starting with interest in a new bright and shiny thing (blogging! whatever next-- hoverboards? Hey, it was a different time), and running the gamut of self-publicising social media instincts, including the desire to join a conversation of peers, the chance to talk loosely and informally about things I was interested in, and the chance to share my devastating wit with the world at large.*  The world is a lonely place at the end of a PhD or in the dreaded gap bet