No one has to know, I suppose... I could just keep the blog to myself and not let anyone see it; that's always an option online these days: "Yes, of course we'll keep it private - that's what the Internet is all about! Ga-duh!" they seem to say from atop the SoCal plateau on le balcon de la maison. But we all know better, do we not? So I will share eventually...
I do not plan on being too... subversionary, should I say? I really cannot see how I could... yes, I am gay, yeah, I am leaning more and more toward either violent agnosticism or temperate atheism, and yeah, I am a bleeding heart liberal... but that does not always imply deviancy, does it? DOES IT?
I have started this blog in order to finally bring to fruition my long laid plans to journal in some way, shape, or form... and as much as I would love to cling to the nostalgia and romanticism of writing actual script in one of those adorable little Mole Skin journals one can purchase at bookstores in order to emulate Hemingway, I must admit I find it time consuming in a way that makes it un-enjoyable as opposed to fulfilling.
Perhaps it is to chronicle the events of my existence on this celestial sphere for some future generation bored out of its mind on plasma screens and the like, looking for a bit of "old-world-Internet charm", or perhaps it is to collect and organize my thoughts on living in a world increasingly hostile towards thought and reason (as well as towards with whom my instincts tell me to fall in love), or rather maybe it is because I am looking for a way to fill the gaps in between daily challenges... I really am not quite sure... but part of me feels suddenly lucky that "Blogging" might just accomplish all three.
I think I might re-post from other blogs I have scattered about the interwebs; I do feel that some things I have said in the past are somewhat poignant. Of course, I could re-post and comment on how my views have expanded or changed... or disappeared altogether... but the latter is highly unlikely; nothing ever really disappears, merely shifts into a different form with which to haunt you with a startling déjà vu. But c'est la vie, no?
Well, how is that for an introduction? Sufficient, if I do say so myself... as one of my favorite philosophers, Calvin, once said (that's Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes fame, not John Calvin) after announcing his exeunt from the house in his usual ostentatious and repetitive manner, "... further bulletins as events warrant". Thus it was, as it is now applicable, therefore it shall be!
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