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Bowaaa! Tantek has done a roll reset and my 15 minutes fame window is now archived. Still, I remain en bonne companie.

Tantek coined a nice word with egorati, i.e. ego surfing on the bloggosphere. Mmmh, only ten links from five blogs, well... Hold on, I made it on Zeldman's Externals six days ago! And Technorati missed this link from Karl Dubost I got 12 days after my first post and a few others, coincidentally in French too.

Don't get me wrong.

The young padawan started with a thirst for learning, a good doze of curiosity and the presumptuous hope of sharing a few things he thinks he knows with an audience. Now the young padawan is standing respectfully in front of the A-List Masters, with stupeur et tremblements, carrying his burden of being an insignificant newborn to the bloggosphere, moreover a French one, and still trying to capture the reasons why he started blogging in the first place:

Living sites are only as good as today’s update. If the words are dull, nobody will read them, and nobody will come back. If the words are wrong, people will be misled, disappointed, infuriated. If the words aren’t there, people will shake their heads and lament your untimely demise.

Writing for the Living Web is a tremendous challenge.

Oh dear!

Suddenly the doubt that made me procrastinate for years before starting my own site seizes me again. Seeing my stats progressively increase is rewarding but isn't a growing audience a more demanding one? Getting links from web semi-gods comes at a price: the feeling that if I fail to deliver good content, I am not only alienating my own audience but somehow betraying people whose judgment is widely respected. Then I realize how arrogant this is.

I feel exactly like Douglas Bowman starting his weblog, and I wish I could express it as beautifully as he did. So, welcome again to the weblog of a webmaster who pretends to know something about the web and -- in the midst of an era where wars can be started at will and where allies turn into enemies overnight -- feels compelled to digress more than intended on wold issues and politics.

I'll refocus, soon, c'est promis.