Welcome. I am born now. Reborn, actually. Back to a real, actual “blog.” I haven’t done this in years, though I’d think it fair to say I used to do it quite well, back in the day. Xanga days. Old skool, when social networking meant writing something pithy or cleverly laborious, and checking 50 thousand times a day to ensure all your blogroll friends commented or gave you “props.”
But, this go-round (I’ve tried this before in recent years, to little success) I have someone in particular to thank for the inspiration to dust this blogging thing off again: theagnosticswife. Her inspiration was further driven home by another recent blog discovery: The Gaytheist Agenda. Trend(s) here? Man, I’m talking old skool like:
Now, before anyone out there gets their knickers in a twist that it wasn’t their blog that inspired me so, it’s not even that kind of party, kids. There are lots of blogs out there that I read and enjoy, by people I admire and respect. Chalk it up to whatever, but the time has finally come for me to try this out again. I hope you’ll enjoy the ride. I have no idea where it will go, but let’s take it together.
Two lines from a song I’m listening to just struck me as I typed the previous paragraph:
“Pluck up the courage and snap, it’s gone again…” and “Can’t someone help me, I think that I’m lost here. Lost in a place called…America.”
Tori Amos – A Sorta Fairytale, from Scarlet’s Walk.