One of my favorite professors in graduate school made the same comparison this piece makes between John Updike and William Dean Howells: both extraordinarily prolific novelists and magazine critics (Howells with the Atlantic, Updike with the New Yorker) popular in a sort of Middle-America way. My professor thought that Updike's novels would endure about as well as did Howells's (i.e., not very).
This [blog] is my Savings Bank. I grow richer because I have somewhere to deposit my earnings; and fractions are worth more to me because corresponding fractions are waiting here that shall be made integers by their addition. —Emerson, Journal (1834)
You must collect things for reasons you don't yet understand.