On blogging, again.

I'm sitting writing this on the top of Maori Hill, surrounded by four printers (that's right, four), three computers (that's right, three) and a contraption that burns five dvds at a time (that's right, five). I'm currently manning them - or should I say, attempting to keep them under control. All in the name of science communication - Andy's taking his Plight of the Penguins to the world. It's a reasonably boring task, and I've been passing the time mulling over people's blogs. As you do, at 1am in the morning. That's normal, right?! Just ask Pip's flatmates...

If you've been reading my classmate's blogs, you'll know by now that this blog is no longer compulsory. I'm now blogging of my own free will. If you'd told me I would do this, way back in July when I grudgingly put finger to keyboard, I would have laughed you out of town. But Pip's right, it's bloody addictive.

Tonight, I've been entertained. Not just by frothy stuff (that's usually my favourite bit at this time of night) but by truely mentally stimulating material. Bojun's done a piece on the natural history doco industry; Katie on Pakeha's attachment to the land; Sarah on the State of the Planet; Lu's taught me loads about gamelan. And it doesn't stop there. This blog thing has awakened in a lot of us a fantastic creativity. Photos are shared left right and center; clips are made; comic books even spring up! I'll concede this one Lloyd - the bog thing has got my whole-hearted backing. And now that it's no longer strictly course-constrained (did we ever really adheed to that rule anyway?!) it'll be even more random. Bring it on!

I guess this means I'm joining the ranks. Pip, Sarah, Nick, Alastair (anyone else?!)...we will soldier on in the blog-o-sphere - and at least this means that I'll have something to do whilst earning my crust at stupid hours of the morning!