Sitting down to write this first post, I am preoccupied with how incredibly bizarre it is to fashion an internet identity through blogging. It seems extremely self-gratifying, and you really have to give a nod to the ego of someone who believes well enough that other's actually WANT to read the stuff roiling around in their head. Lucky for me, my facebook account already stands to measure my willingness toward gratification and the hardiness of my ego. I'm simply taking it to the next level.
I intend to tell stories here- stories about my life, adventures, experiments, culinary forays, random discoveries, musings, dreams, goals, hopes, inspirations, enlightenments, etc.
But I am only telling stories.
Life is too potent a thing to press into the pages of the interweb, and I am a notoriously unreliable narrator.
Just saying.
