wow..

when i was 6 i told my father (who was not born in this country) that i wanted to be president of the United States someday...

by the time i was 12, I sat down one night to explain why I felt that in this country I could never accomplish such a feat...

needless to say, he was very dismayed....

so this past tuesday, I called him to take it all back and tell him he was right all along...

And So...

it begins...

I'm told that keeping a journal is cheaper than hiring a shrink and thus, it is with great enthusiasm that I begin this blog. first things first

- i do not care about spelling
- many moons ago while attending an undisclosed 300-yr-old liberal arts institution i was told to be mindful of the the presentation of my ideas. this is not a dissertation and you are not my post-doc adviser so lets agree not to kare... there see that... that was liberating was it not

- everything said here will be true... i should say that i write this not for your own enjoyment ... thus the many layers between myself and this personality... but for my own cathartic purposes (god knows i need this .... badly).... that being said i also understand how compelled i feel at times to share my thoughts and interact with differing ideas in public (on the train, while, ur reading on a park bench... or while you stand naked in you livingroom thinking no one can see you against the pitch night and ....)

- MOST IMPROTANT i am often tired ... post may come infrequently, or may be too short, or may suck... or any combination of the aforementioned three horsemen of literary desirability...

thats it... thanks