Est Flora la belle Romaine,
Archipiades, ne Thaÿs,
Qui fut sa cousine germaine,
Echo parlant quant bruyt on maine
Dessus riviere ou sur estan,
Qui beaulté ot plus qu’umaine.
Tell me, where or in what country
is Flora the lovely Roman,
Archipiades and Thaÿs,
who was her first cousin,
Echo, speaking when one makes a noise
across a river or a marsh,
whose beauty was supernatural.
It is a truth univerally acknowledged that Facebook and other forms of social media killed blogging; some of us noted long ago that the academic-blog populace first changed, then shrank. And yet there are, of course, numerous good bloggers still out there, some even from the Olden Days, like Dr Crazy (who somehow has kept her voice miraculously integral, distinctive, while still finding new perspectives; unlike, say, Profgrrrl, where the late voice really seemed like a different person from the one who wrote in the earlier Oughts). Undine, of course, and Flavia; Notorious; Fie, though a relative newcomer, has been around a good while and is still going strong.
Nonetheless, I am nostalgic for the blogging community of years ago, and when I started thinking about People I Miss, the list grew long in very little time. I didn’t interact with all of them. Some of these were people I read before I started my own blog, or in the days when I was too shy to comment. A few have posted relatively recently (within the last year), if only to give an update on the status of book or tenure decision. But they’re mostly gone, and I wonder what happened to them, and hope they’re happy now.
Ancrene Wiseass, Badger, Dorcasina, Hilaire, Professor Me, Russian Violets, Heo Cwaeth, Phantom Scribbler, Bittersweet Girl, Pink Cupcake, Advice At Your Own Risk, Freudian Petticoat, the See-Janes (See Jane Compute, and See Jane in the Academy), Professorial Confessions, Marcelle Proust, Dr Brazen Hussy, Dr Crazy’s friend Dr Medusa, Fumbling Towards Geekdom, Ink, Annie Em, Renaissance Girl, Wayward Classicist, Terminal Degree, PowerProf, Dr No of Acadamnit, Medieval Woman.
A few of these I know about through other channels—I run into medievalists at conferences, for example; some, if I went to the effort to be an internet detective, I could probably track down. That isn’t really the point, though. Is there a point, besides that I am nostalgic for a time when we were all younger, cuter, sexier, more hopeful, in the way that the young(er) probably always seem to their elders?
Mais ou sont les neiges d’anten?