it’s a collage
After far too much looking into it– I’ve finally made the necessary selections. WordPress, marsedit, and a template (saving coda and the day i’ll make my own template for later). Along the way I also picked up MacGourmet, a netvibes account, and a free netnewswire account to go along with my googlereader. I read a quote somewhere by Saul Bellows where he says, to the effect: you can lose your life in a library, people should be warned. I would say the same thing about the internet, specifically web tutorials, mac apps, your rss readers (I now have 3 and over 15,000 unreads) and yes, of course, the blogging world.
So here I am, introducing you to my own little blog, feeling very strangely like I’m writing an ‘It’s a boy!’ announcement. But it is not a ‘boy’ or even a ‘poetic ramble’ or a ‘my inner most thoughts and deepest feelings expose’. It’s a collage, that’s it. Not because I dislike blogs that reveal deep thoughts or poems, quite the opposite actually, I can really enjoy and appreciate them. But because for someone like myself who has never kept a consistent journal, to do so and post it online would be awkward. Like watching me get called up stage and told to dance at a large outdoor concert, called Blues to Bop. Anyone who knows me and was in that certain piazza in Lugano two years ago knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I’m not even sure how many of these posts will be my own, or excerpts of things I think merit sharing, yet. But I do have more specific purposes intended for this blog than I would have for your average collage. I’m cruising toward one of the first most significant transitions in the life of an average American twenty-something, graduating from college. My situation is a little unique though. I go to school in Switzerland and the people I’ve met and grown closest to live literally all over the world. And, recently, my apprehension for graduation has been heightened by the thought of how exactly am I going to keep in touch with these people once we’ve all parted and gone our separate ways in May. That’s when I was struck by a little epiphany, a feasible solution to my graduation-induced separation angst. Which, depending on how well it works out, will hopefully unfold as my blog develops.
