Premises

A few more housekeeping items. I've never really laid this out before, so I beg your indulgence.

I believe that words mean things. The meanings of words can be ascertained by reading them, both in isolation and within their context. I also believe that words are valuable and should not be trifled with. I have little patience for people who waste words.

I believe in God. Creator-God, Judeo-Christian, God-of-the-Bible God. I cannot contemplate a world or universe without Him. Without God, logic itself (being accidental in that case) can claim no special privilege.

Both these things are articles of faith. And one (the value of words) follows from the other (belief in God).

Words are the things by which we are capable of understanding God, contemplating Him, asking Him questions, or even doubting His existence. They have the added benefit of allowing us to communicate with each other, both about abstract ideas and about what happened yesterday.

Rules

Amazing, how willing we are to share our lives with others, even strangers. We're truly social creatures.

The question is, how much will I reveal? Ground rules:

• No Names.


• Say nothing here that I wouldn't want to have friends read.

Those, for now, are the rules.

If a Blog Falls in the Forest....

A friend asks how one knows about Blogs and how word spreads about them.

I responded that Blogs are organic, and that word of them spreads like everything else on the 'Net — by word of mouth.

Actually, I don't think I said that about Blogs being organic. But perhaps I should have.

Anyway, even though this Blog is very new, drop me an email and let me know what you think of my infant Blog. I want to know if anyone has stumbled upon it. Ideas for Blog-promotion would also be appreciated.

(Incidentally, is the word "Blog" supposed to be capitalized or not?)

But, Who are You Really?

Ah, yes. The question of identity on the Web. I suppose that right now, I'm the fabled tabula rasa — a blank slate. An empty bucket into which you can pour your own ideas, hopes, dreams, aspirations, perversions, desires, white lies, petty falsehoods, and immutable truths. It's an odd sort of power, being a vessel for all those things.

I am what you want me to be.

Or else, I'm just some goofy guy who's writing a Blog to see what comes of it.

There's an off chance that someone reading may know me from my other small corner of the Web, where I'm the Webmaster over at The Cormac McCarthy Home Pages. But I doubt that.

And as for the girl...she's more than a casual reminder that people don't always suck. A good bit more. But, then I can't tell you everything on the first day, can I?

Stay tuned for more...about what, I'm not sure.

Welcome....

So, here we are. Or, at least, here I am.

I've been captivated by the idea of Blogging since reading an article about it over at Webmonkey a few weeks ago — at least, I think it was Webmonkey.

I'd thought to start this Blog with the confession that "this is about a girl," but then I got into a furious ethical debate with myself about how much I should reveal about the girl and her relationship (or not) with me. So I think, instead, I'll start with "there's a girl I know." I think about her often. Mostly, she's a reminder that people don't always suck.