Many great thinkers of the day have pondered the weblog (blog) phenomenon, that is gaining momentum on the internet.
A few investigative historians, have delved into the background, of where and how blogs arose on the internet. While more famous historians have ignored the topic, a few less well known individuals have tackled the subject.
Here is one historian's account.
It seemed that a certain caveman named Og, who was of a rather artistic bent, was under a lot of pressure from Mrs. Og to make a few more clams. Og was not much of a hunter. The idea of tracking, and worse actually finding, a twenty ton mastadon was not really his horn of boiled berries.
Mrs. Og grew impatient with the decided lack of variety on Og's hunting and gathering list. It seemed that a really appetizing meal, created fully from leaves and tree bark, was not handed down in the family feast epics. Mrs. Og demanded her husband grab his own hair, and get something better for the hearth.
Og was not certain what to do. He spent the rest of the month gathering berries, and etching the results on on a log outside the opening to their rather damp cave.
Suddenly he had a plan!
He would search through the interconnecting network of caverns, and find some food. Failing that, maybe a few caves needed a bit of artwork for their walls. He wandered through the caves, and found the local holy man.
"Greetings Oh Holiest of Men, I seek an opportunity to display my artwork, " said Og.
The holy man pointed to the rather boring looking Lascaux Cave. "That place of sacrifices could use a little remodelling," said the holy man. "We need something to bring in the younger crowd. A few chants just doesn't interest them anymore."
Og eagerly accepted the holy man's shells and clams in payment. Og drew all manner of local animals on the dark cave walls. As he painted, he entered more marks on his log. Over time, the log filled up, and he needed more space to scratch his daily marks. He decided to join them together, in imitation of the spider.
We would create a spider web inspired design of his log markings.
One day as Og was setting up another log, as a post in his wild beast blocking fence, he had a visitor. It was the huge man, El Gorer. Gorer wanted to be tribal leader, but not everyone liked him. Of course, not everyone liked his opponent, Smaller Tree either. The council trial by ordeal, determined by who could take the pain of red hot pokers to the feet longer, would be a close one.
That is another story beyond the scope of this historical study.
El Gore looked over Og's spider inspired work, and announced that he had already had that idea. It was his invention, along with how he invented fire, and the fish hook. After all, he declared,"I invented the interconnecting nets for fishing!"
Og was speechless.
He stammered, "But...but...it's my...b...log....my inter.....net..."
El Gorer stopped him.
"I invented them.....hmmm....I invented the inter......net......and the b'log," as he mimiced Og's stammer, "is part of it!"
Og was not one for tribal leadershio issues, or any sort of confrontation for that matter, so he let El Gorer have his way. He even let El Gorer play his log drum, using what El Gorer called his El Gorer Rhythm.
Og was speechless.
El Gorer had taken his ideas.
On the other hand, Og would continue to mark his b'logs, whether anyone liked it or not.
Neither Smaller Tree nor El Gorer would stop his entries. Og would be free to draw whatever he liked on his b'logs and posts.
Unfortunately for history, the rest of the story has been lost.
Only Og's accidental words, b'log and inter...net, remain.
Historians, and many amateurs, are still trying to figure out the meaning of the El Gorer Rhythm.
Some say it has created an entire industry.
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