What’s with the password-protected posts?
Occasionally you’ll find a post that’s password-protected. As I explained here, while most of this blog will be about stuff like technology and things I’ve watched on telly, sometimes I’m going to be writing about stuff that’s well, private.
I’m a journalist, which means I deal with words all day, every day, so the written word is how I process stuff. Sometimes I do it in emails to long-suffering friends, sometimes I write emails that I never send. I’ve never really kept a diary and while I don’t regret that, one of the reasons for this blog, as I explained before, is to create a place where I can do some of that puzzling-out-of-stuff.
You can ask me for the password. I don’t promise to give it to you, and please don’t be offended if I don’t. But I might. Oddly, I think I’m more likely to give it to people who I don’t know well. It feels a little – um, exposed, I suppose – to reveal the nooks and crannies of my dusty head to my real-life friends. Somehow it doesn’t feel so naked to do so to people I don’t know. And inevitably, some of the stuff (not all of it) involves other people, and I need to respect their privacy.
So that’s what the password-protected posts are about. Hope this post makes sense.
