As dreams are... fuck it.

About twenty minutes ago, I felt a whim. This whim started to tickle, about three inches behind my left ear. The whim nagged me continuously for those twenty minutes, the tickling got worse and worse, and, in the end, I had to follow it. So I started a blog.

My whims are unreliable. Perhaps this one will fizzle out and die quickly. But here is the general idea:

I have a lot of thoughts. Generally they sort of drift away, or get scribbled on the back of something and then lost. With a blog (my whim said to me) maybe I could keep it all together and make something useful out of it. I'll set a goal to write every day, just little snippets, thoughts, and poems. Perhaps they will interest you. Perhaps not. You never know with whims.

I'll probably dance a dangerous dance with pretension and self-absorbtion, which is why I hope to apply a healthy dose of humor and self-deprecation. We'll see how that goes.

So this blog will contain such stuff as gets scribbled in the margins of my class notes, such stuff as gets tangled up in swirly doodles of my journal, such stuff as I forget when I can't find a pen. Such stuff as whims are made on.

God help me. I've gone pretentious already.