My archives indicate that I have been a blogger since March 18, 2001.
Life was pretty groovy at the time I reckon. I was two years into a job in an office in Washington, D.C. I liked working downtown. I liked riding the subway. I liked my job, to whatever extent a person can like a job. I may very well have been in love. Or I was trying to be. I’m not sure which, in this period of my life it is difficult to tell. I do know I was forever seeking a new crowd and a way to fit in in my new home.
I was either on my way to a Georgetown walking tour or just walking back to the subway after one, when I had an idea to purchase a domain name that would reflect a joke I used to share with my Father when I was a kid. He and I would be revving up to go on a road trip or something, and I would turn to him and indicate that it was time for another adventure into the well-known. This was one thing I could regularly say to my Father at the time to make him laugh.
The idea was to have this here blog to spur my introverted ass to go out and do things and meet people. It worked, sometimes, in some ways. Going out and doing things and meeting people gave me some things to write about sometimes. And there were at the time a lot of smart interesting funny and even weird people blogging who also liked to go to a certain regular happy hour or two, which, by the way, is the most basic unit of measurement when it comes to social interaction in Washington, D.C.
Yep, for a new kid in town with a working—nay, downright fussy—knowledge of the English language and a general proclivity for rocking back and forth in the corner rather than interacting socially, blogging was a hell of a good tool for bringing me out, at times.
No, this is not the obligatory “time to move on and abandon my blog” post. I don’t think I shall ever have the occasion to write that post. I may be a little old to still be journaling online, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop. It may get kind of sad here, folks. I’ll be 80 and at a desk in my Rumpelstiltskin beard and writing blog posts complaining viciously about drivers who don’t use their turn signals and Justin Bieber. I may never write my novel or even get my damned trilogy published, but by gosh, there will be acres and acres and acres of blog postings about my life before I’m gone.
No, this is just a blog post to acknowledge that there’s been a bit of a change.
Look out, Rochester.
New adventures to follow.
That is all.
