To start off, I would like to begin this first post with a rousing “Hi yall!” It seems that all the kids have blogs these days. A place for them to confide to quiet listeners their opinions feelings and important events in their lives, though presented in a more formal and archived fashion as social networking sites, the blog serves as the elegant draw-ball for the mind - as therapeutic for the writer as entertaining for the reader. This blog however, will more likely represent a pasteboard for whatever insanity can crawl out of my mind a the late hours of the night when I’m too tire to catch it.
Let me help you understand what I will try to prevent but this blog will ultimately become with a visual. Imagine a blank canvas, stretched long and thin as a road traveling through a nondescript landscape. As people traverse this road their paths are recorded by their tracks. Some choose to speed along leaving tire-tracks others pause often and move slowly leaving footprints along the infinitely long artwork. None can see the end and therefore none can tell how much of the canvas is filled, so they all progress looking for the answer to an uncertain question, leaving their tracks as they go. And along this road, a turtle tries to cross. As he does, a hummer driven by a shirtless redneck smacks the turtle at 70 mph. The turtle, victim of genetic experiments, has his shell cracked and his multicolored innards splattered across the road. As people pass they notice the odd, foul smelling, rainbow smear on the canvass deviating their attention from their methodical progression forward just enough to ask “Why?”
That stain is an analogy complete irrelevant to this blog. The long and short of it is I will be posting here, and the only thing that I can guarantee is that those posts will contain sentences that contain words.
Let me help you understand what I will try to prevent but this blog will ultimately become with a visual. Imagine a blank canvas, stretched long and thin as a road traveling through a nondescript landscape. As people traverse this road their paths are recorded by their tracks. Some choose to speed along leaving tire-tracks others pause often and move slowly leaving footprints along the infinitely long artwork. None can see the end and therefore none can tell how much of the canvas is filled, so they all progress looking for the answer to an uncertain question, leaving their tracks as they go. And along this road, a turtle tries to cross. As he does, a hummer driven by a shirtless redneck smacks the turtle at 70 mph. The turtle, victim of genetic experiments, has his shell cracked and his multicolored innards splattered across the road. As people pass they notice the odd, foul smelling, rainbow smear on the canvass deviating their attention from their methodical progression forward just enough to ask “Why?”
That stain is an analogy complete irrelevant to this blog. The long and short of it is I will be posting here, and the only thing that I can guarantee is that those posts will contain sentences that contain words.
