It is intimate. For every item on Vox—a text paragraph, a photo, a link—bloggers can determine if it is to be public or private and, if it is private, exactly who can see it. Ms Trott, for instance, keeps one part of VoxTrott for communicating only with her mother, who has an insatiable appetite for information about certain minutiae of Ms Trott's life. She also has a daily “Yay Me Update” just for herself, in which she uploads self-portraits from her mobile phone in order to preserve a chronicle of her life for her descendants—uninterrupted except for that time when she gained a bit more weight than she cared to commit to memory and conveniently forgot to post for a few days.
- The Universal Diarist, The Economist, 11.23.06
Considering I've posted over 50 times on Vox this month (in even my most verbose Negro Please months, I don't think I got more than 20 posts live), it is no secret that I'm in love with Vox.
Just this week: my silly excitement over a new hobby got me on the front page; I've conversed with people as far away as Singapore; I've written personally -- intimately-- about my family and my personal thoughts with only a few people having access; I've shared music in ways that I haven't before; I've collected internet minutiae strictly for my own purposes; and, sweet cracker sandwich, I'm having fun blogging again.
Blogging hasn't been this fun in years for me.
There are improvements I'm hoping for in this service but that's for another post.
For today, I'll just say, "Yay Vox!!"