a beginning

to begin, i simply wanted to write and this seemed the logical, easily "published", noncommercialized -hehe- alternative. everyone's doing it!!! people follow the likes of 12 year old kids touting information about sports figures and game trends (what the?); CNN has/had a show highlighting some of the more influential bloggers (the new newsies of the information age); and google bought the idea for a googol of money. so why not?

why not? what a question.

1. who is to say that what i have to say is worthwhile?
2. one man's spittle is still just spittle
3. i have stuff to do within the "real" world
4. it takes me toooooooo long to type/write/formulate composite, coherent, coalesced and easily digested word equations totaling the faintest of hypothetical episodic narrations (consider jack handey's deep thoughts of snl fame which are much more easily understood)
5. sooooo much stuff cataloged within the digital dimension. SERVERS BEWARE!!! and most of it is not peer reviewed
6. sooooo many self-indulgent, Oprahean/Shakespearean Soliloguies bordering on the next dr. phil's adlerian self-help entitled how to win and influence my own inner latent lost feral self
7. really, a desire to contribute to the greater good of mankind whatever that may be
8. production [man's true defining motive (more to come later)]
9. to be more spiritual. the ever unfolding of my consciousness
10. and to just do - "do or not do. there is no try" yoda i'm told - i think often of the book BIRD BY BIRD of which i do not take to heart but really, really want to

ten good mullings to mull over for both me and you. a less than humble beginning, but a beginning nonetheless. a journey of a thousand miles, yadda yadda; blah, blah. i need to self-medicate now.

but to live up to the discription of this page, here is a poem for our entertainment. i certainly liked writing it on 8/17/2005

This is…insert name here __________

I am a writer, singer, you name it, I am it.
I just haven’t been published and you’ve only heard me in the shower.
I’m just like you. I want to be heard. I must be heard. I can be heard
Or can I?
Thousands of authors and composers, award winners the like.
The Pulitzer, a Platinum record, all high accolades for sure.
You read the reviews; Insert name scored high on the New York Times best sellers.
You even stood in line, waited for hours, just for a nose bleed.
There are even classes, courses, curriculums, dedicated to the “classics”.
There are centuries, turned round, given names like romanticism, baroque
all in the name of what insert name has accomplished. What has been written; song.
But, what was the name of that guy who wrote that book about that time?
But, is the allegro too fast for the changing tastes of today’s discerning ear?
Do you really remember who wrote The Hitchhiker’s Guild to the Universe?
Or has it become a POPULAR movie of the week?
Do you really remember the group you waited hours for to buy their new album?*
Was it worth it?
I am a writer, singer, of my story and song of life.
I want to be of interest, listened to.
But will I be remembered?

*For me, it was Zooropa :-)