Write or Die

E.B. White, renowned essayist and author of such children's classics as Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little, said this about essayists, essentially the bloggers of his time: The essayist is a self-liberated

E.B. White

man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.

Well, as far as me starting a blog, the "childish" part is certainly accurate.
Some days, there'll be things I've written. Other days will provide info or links or random observations. Some days, topics may be a little deeper. Other days will be like wading in a dry creek bed. Or maybe some non-sequitur of a poem of mine such as:

Weekend at the Impressionists' Exhibit

Monet

today.

Tomorrow?

Pissarro.

I mentioned the dry creek bed, right?

Now to hearken back to E. B. White's definition, I don't necessarily believe that everything I think about is of general interest, but to be honest, I think my wife is a bit tired of hearing me tell it to her as she tries to read or do work on her laptop. And, too, alas, the cat couldn't care less. So, in essence, I guess these writings will act as the technological equivalent of me singing in the shower.

And with that, I start my blog.
My apologies to Mr. White.