Thursday, August 13, 2009

Does that mean Friendster was Trade School?

So this is my big-girl blog.

Four years. 115 posts. Three Jobs. Two Broken Knees, Innumerable encounters with idiots.
Myspace was the blogging equivalent of a community college education- and, as it has become overrun with a similar populus of homebound housewives and libidinous weed enthusiasts with "music" careers, Its time for me to move on.

I don't know what this will turn out to be. If the past is any indication, its going to be proof that I'm an angry little fucker.

-Who posts cat pictures.

Its funny how uncomfortable I feel in a new environment, even if that enviroment is nothing more than a bunch of pixels. There was a comfort in having a weekly dialogue with a couple of hundred dedicated , if somewhat anonymous readers, now I will give it to a world that may not be listening.

But here it is.

Its grey out today. Two floors below me a neighbor is playing a moody balalaika.

It feels like the universe is prodding me to wax wistful about the travails that took me away from my writing.

I think all that matters is that something brought me back.

So, anonymous public

This blog will be a little different from the last.
There will be recipes...and their sometimes failed outcome. There will be the occasional short story. There will probably be alot of random photography sent from my phone.

BUT..never you fear.

as long as there is something to be said I will say it. As long as New York remains a long running production of Crackhead experimental theatre, you will know it-and every money hungry Stock douche, arrogant mamita, and elitist questionably-spectacled Hipster I encounter is going to have it handed to them right here.

Plus there will be cat photos.

Love You Like A Stick of Butter
R