FROM MY DESK

I tell you, these weblogs are not for
the squeamish. Not for nothing that this
rank amateur has not worked Cold Press I & II
since 2004-2009. It is now 2011.

Who actually reads these things anyway? (Me?)

It seems to me that most people, outside the
professional bloggers who write *serious* stuff,
are more likely to read themselves than to read other
people. That's been my personal experience of things
as they are.

I think it requires a bit of mashochism or conversely
narcissism, or a bit of both, to even begin to
entertain the thought that anybody ought to give a
hoot what one thinks, or does, or says and still take
oneself seriously.

I do not.

I learned far more than I ever wished to learn via
Stumbling into and onto StumbleUpon in the intervening
years between 2007 and 2011 about the good, the bad and
the ugly side of *blogging* in general.

Anathema to my personal friends and nothing short of
hideous to any members of my extended family who look
aghast at such matters as blogging and bloggers.

Smartly, none of them do it. "We don't like blogs and
especially don't like bloggers." "They aren't *real*"
Such public displays of hubris is unseemly.

I must therefore have loads of hubris to spare, and not
a little exhibitionism thrown in for good measure.

Wonder how long I can keep this up?

Making an appointment tomorrow to see my Analyst.

Could be far more productive.