That calls for an update. Here it is now.
Why haiku? As John Lennon wrote, funny you should arsk. Haiku because most of what your Bloguero sees on the Internet is so dehumanizing. And ironic. Cat videos, photos of brunch, selfies, political screeds, verbal barking. Ooof. All this when Social Media are so perfect for evanescent poetry. Like Haiku. Of which there is not a ton. Your Bloguero cannot imagine an Internet inundated with poetry.
Your Bloguero laments that he is no Basho. He regrets that he will never write a haiku as perfect as this:
Blossoms on the pear
a woman in the moonlight
reads a letter there.
It is perfect, isn't it.
But he will try again and again to write a good one. If practice truly makes perfect, a proposition about which your Bloguero nurtures significant doubt, your Bloguero is practicing. And trying.