Dear Imaginary Reader:
Blogging has not only come of age, it is actually slouching towards senility, (I picture "blogging" as a Van-Goghian traveller, aging among sunflowers), and this leap from my Live Journal home might be no more than the death throes of that venerable old man. In any case, I will start posting bits of criticism and fiction and poetry and social commentary and whatever unnameable intellectual effluvia I choose to hurl at Cyberland and its unfazed denizens. Please alert your friends and neighbors.
Blogging has not only come of age, it is actually slouching towards senility, (I picture "blogging" as a Van-Goghian traveller, aging among sunflowers), and this leap from my Live Journal home might be no more than the death throes of that venerable old man. In any case, I will start posting bits of criticism and fiction and poetry and social commentary and whatever unnameable intellectual effluvia I choose to hurl at Cyberland and its unfazed denizens. Please alert your friends and neighbors.
