This isn’t a Mérida blog; it’s a wannabe Mérida blog, written by someone actively buying property and making plans to live there — some day. I read actual Mérida blogs every day, and I so grateful for them for their powers to transport me. I also read lots of blogs that, like mine, that originate stateside, and it occurs to me there are some differences.
It’s not so much with the bloggers who live in Mérida say, it’s what they’re not saying.
Mérida bloggers aren’t so caught up in celebrity culture, and never share snapshots of famous boobs, butts or bulges. They don’t participate in making a video “go viral.” Mérida bloggers tend not to provide opinionated recaps what they saw on reality TV last night. They also appear not to be ensnared in the 24-hour news cycle, so political sideshows-of-the-minute aren’t a big topic. Bloggers from Mérida don’t carry pitchforks, and never appear to be ginning up hate toward groups such as gays or immigrants (Mexico has them too). Mérida blogs seem to contain more original thought, based on actual personal events — as big as a wedding or as small as a stubbed toe. Any minor activity can stimulate an interesting post, if it’s in Mérida. A blogger in New York would never find observations from a walk down Lexington Avenue interesting enough to walk about. (Exception: I recommend Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York if you share the sinking feeling that Manhattan is being homogenized.)
The peace of mind that radiates from Mérida blogs is infectious. Even the posts that communicate frustration or anger somehow convey a slower pace, and a world that allows one to breathe, think and create.
One similarity: Cats and dogs enjoy uniformly adoring coverage by bloggers everywhere.
In the world of blogs (I avoid the term blogosphere) there are posts composed from within office-cubicle walls, and there are posts composed while sipping beer under a tejaban. It’s easy to sort the two.
Forgive me if I appear to be buttering a group of people I hope to meet in a couple of weeks, but it had to be said.