So I figured it was time that I start making my contribution to that layer of unsubstantiated gossip, incoherent rants, sociopath manifestos, unread cries for attention, and solidified teen angst surrounding our globe known as the "blogosphere".
"What is the purpose of this blog?" you might well ask. I figured I would post some of the pics I might take with my hot new digital camera (like this "impromptu" action shot of me sitting on my couch). I also plan on recounting stories of interesting things that happen to me (if any), sharing my random thoughts and "things I learned today", and posting some of the vignettes and what-i-like-to-think-of-as-clever turns of phrase that I scribble in my composition notebook on rare occasions. But mostly I plan on indulging my own egomaniacal sense of vanity.
So think of this blog as a window into my diseased mind or as an exercise in typographical masturbation.
Ok, now that that procedural business out of the way, lets move on to the substantive portion of this first post. Here's a chain-email style list of whats currently going on in my life:
SONG I'M CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Molly Bawn
MOVIE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING: Don't Look Now (1973) starring Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie.
BOOK I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF READING: Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union
WHAT I MADE FOR DINNER TONIGHT: two wraps with broiled salmon, avocado and tomato which I ate with ketchup (it was a crazy amount of food)
TV SHOW THAT IS PAUSED ON MY DVR AS I WRITE THIS: Ugly Betty
MY SPANISH WORD OF THE DAY: platillo volador
COOLEST THING I FOUND ON THE INTERNET WHILE GOOFING OFF AT WORK TODAY: Mysteries to Behold in the Dark Down Deep: Seadevils and Species Unknown
Alrighty then, that's just about enough content for my first ever blog post. How about I conclude with a little blurb that I wrote down in my notebook the other day:
I can remember riding uptown on the streetcar on sunny afternoons. This was back when I was unemployed in Nola -- part of the leisured poor. I would have smoked before I left home and now, as I rolled past Saint Charles Avenue's mansions and the oak trees whose canopies shaded half the street and whose roots jacked up the sidewalk, my clouded mind felt a communion with the spirit of the City.
I have since learned that psychoanalysts have dubbed this sensation the "oceanic feeling": the sensation of being dwarfed by an entity whose limits you cannot hold in your mind, of your consciousness being overwhelmed and subsumed by its immensity. This is the feeling which overcame the poet Leopardi on his ermo colle and which one may experience staring out at the ocean or up at the night sky.
Some psychologists, sidestepping the metaphysical implications, suggest that this sensation of oneness with the surrounding infinity is a throwback to the womb.