first thing's first...

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    The time has come. Godot has arrived, and the Iceman has cameth and goneth. I never thought that I would start a Blog. Even now, when I spent hours trying to understand this godforsaken website, I still cringe on the inside. Will I turn into one of those self help websites that teach you how to breathe correctly with 30 different guides on posture and technique? Or maybe I'll be a travel guide, where I'll show you how great my life is (with pictures) in order to prove to you how cultured and refined I am.

Endless possibilities.
    
    Years of scoffing at reviews of local breweries and vegan soap menageries had turned me off to creating an online journal for all (or none) to see. But then I graduated from college right in the middle of a mass plague, and into a virtually non-existent economy; so, naturally my stance on Blogs has lightened up a bit. What's the point of trying to be a writer if I neglect to share all of my thoughts and opinions with that void we call the internet? What would my value be otherwise? Isn't our self image created and destroyed by the judgement of others? So, these writings are my pitiful shout into the abyss that I do, in fact, exist! .....

It feels good to know that.

    Putting Ego and self image aside I will do my best to make my digital musings substantial. I will try to include all of my interests: Travel, History, Comedy, Poetry, Philosophy, Art, and Storytelling. If that tickles your fancy, keep coming! Cuz I'll keep writing. Even if nobody's reading. :)


Sincerely yours,


Jake



 
Location: Los Angeles, CA, USA

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