Let me just lay it out there: I don't know what the 'eck I expect to get out of writing this thing. However, lately I've noticed that my "need for attention and acceptance by relative strangers"o-meter has been below the slash for quite some time. This is a problem. Which, if you knew me, (and chances are, you do not, since I am neither famous nor particularly noteworthy in any way) you would realize that I have traditionally thrived (thriven?) on what strangers think of me.
When goatees were all the rage, I used to top off the ol' self-esteem tank by playing in a band. Then, during the age of the thick black frame glasses, it was by writing bad songs and playing them for anyone in the coffeehouse willing to shower me with polite applause. Now, in the epoch of the Urban Velocipede, i'm lucky if i can pay a handful of winos to listen to me fuck up the intro to 'Closer to the Heart' more than 3 times a year. How the mediocre have fallen.
So as to not become completely bitter and die alone, I hereby insist on having my part of the conversation. In future posts, expect me to touch on things that I find important, which would be music, baseball, DC, and people I admire. See? I'm already original!
Now, to get this page looking halfway decent.
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