I swore I'd never post my writings publicly in blog form again. I'm pretty self-conscious about anything I write, you know, what with the whole English major thing. I identify with Sabina of The Unbearable Lightness of Being:
"For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves nor to others, was possible only away form the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies. Sabina despised literature in which people give away all kinds of intimate secrets about themselves and their friends. A man who loses his privacy loses everything, Sabina thought. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster..."
But here I am, spewing away. Let me get to the point: I'm writing the darn blog here so that I'll keep in touch with people who want to keep in touch. I'll try to keep entries brief, censored, unsentimental, and enjoyable; however, I make no promises.
