Testing...testing...first blog post goes existential...

Yesterday, I read a fortune cookie that said:  "the person who endeavors to do a great deal of good all at once will end up doing no good at all."

It has been an intention of mine for a very long time to write a blog. There was once a chapter in my life when I spent great effort and attention pursuant to the art of writing, and I could have spent my life driving an old beat up car around the Western United States, reading paper-back beat novels, and writing poetry in road-side rest areas, wannabe Gary Snyder poems about attachment, getting dumped, and the fleeting nature of time (of which I ironically had more of than anyone). I guess I was just your typical kid, juiced up on big ideas and an overactive sense of drama, but as time passed I wrote less and less, and the distance between the me of today, and that teenage poet burning down the all night interstate has grown and grown, the wet, foggy road of time stretching out for endless miles, and I don't write shit anymore. Or maybe I do, I just write it in paint, but I like to think there's more to me than the apocalypse in acrylic, and so, I've been wanting to write a blog...something interesting and unpretentious that has to do with art and various other interests, but not some kind of analytical critique or anything dismissive, but something rambling and positive, affirming, like that old 85 Escort cresting the Rockies in the mid-day sun, the Allman Brothers Band in the tape deck, and blue sky indeed. Something that doesn't burn a lot of gas, and goes slow as hell up the grades. Ya, that sounds right. But then again, it may all end up over a cliff. I guess I'll never know until I try...

So, here's to firing up the old 4 cylinder, sliding it into first and easing down the gas pedal. Thanks for checking in, and I hope you do again.