I treasure this quotation. Stashed and shoved away around my house I have many notebooks, just as Woolf describes. In college I was taught that some people are predisposed to journaling and others are not. I belong emphatically to the latter group. Yet, I have a passion for collection and compilation. In folders and on napkins and various scraps of paper are scribbled quotations and I have a shoebox full of images ripped from magazines. It is only within the Victorian style of the Commonplace that my twinned hatred of journaling and passion for snippet-squirreling find an accord. I tend to agree with those critics who claim the modern blog is merely the most contemporary iteration of the commonplace.
Here I attempt to compile thoughts, recollections, quotations, research, and various intellectual detritus. Perhaps technology can impose order on what would be an otherwise unruly gumbo of study and reflection. And when my steam runs out, I will not have to avoid the sheaves of accusingly blank pages.