Happy Monday!

Ok, well, not. Because I’m at work. Not a bad day, certainly not as bad as they have been lately, but still. I’m here. And here ain’t my favorite place. Never was, but I used to be able to tolerate it. I’m sort of losing that ability. But that’s an entry for another day – don’t so much want to trundle down the I-hate-my-job-and-am-unhappy-9-hours-of-the-day path today. We’ll save that sweet little morsel for later.

Know what path I do like trundling (or shuffling, shambling, or what have you) down? The old, abandoned, closed-to-traffic roads on the back side of Druid Hill Park. Emily and I have taken a few walks back there lately and it’s pretty awesome. Except for the constant rumble from 83, the scenery is such that you can almost forget you’re in the city. The rods border the back side of the zoo too, so every once in a while you’ll hear a Jurassic Park-like noise from inside the zoo. I keep expecting to turn a corner to find one of those acid spitting dinosaurs blocking our way.

In any case, we’ve figured out the circuit from our front door, through the abandoned roads, across Wyman Park Drive, through Hampden and then back home is juuust about 4 miles. (i know that because i found www.gmap-pedometer.com) Do that a few times a week and hit the gym once or twice and we’ll be in good shape.

And speaking of blazing new trails, I’m continuing my inexorable push toward the future. Ever forward, I say. I mean, yeah, it scares the crap out of me, but ruts and complacency scare me even more. I’m looking in to GRE’s, looking in to Grad Schools, looking in to the eyes of what I want. What we want.

We want to move somewhere greener, somewhere quieter. We want new jobs. I want to do something that is intellectually captivating. I have an idea about that last point, and I think it’s a pretty good one. I also have mediocre-to-ok grades from my undergrad and no experience in or exposure to my desired field of study. Not sure how that’s going to work, but I am going to find out.

Ever forward, that’s what I say.

Mondays and Wednesdays? Tuesday/Thursday? At will? On-demand? Whenever?

When am I going to post?

I feel like I should stick to a schedule, or at least make an attempt, as much as I can. I don’t really want to post only when I feel like it, because I’ll never feel like it. Ok, not really, but if I wait to post only when the time is right, if i wait until I’m in a good mood and centered enough to feel the inspiration, well we’ll all be waiting for a while for that.

Fake it ’til you make it, isn’t that what they say? So I’m going to pick a posting schedule and try to stick to it until coming here to jot stuff down is second nature.

I think I’ll shoot for Mondays and Thursdays.

Mondays will probably be a weekend recap or something similar. Thursday will more likely be a little slice of what’s in my head at the time. Scary, I know.

And not to say that I won’t post on the random Tuesday or Friday. I’m a big geek for history, so some of what I want to do here will involve pictures and explanations of Baltimore/Maryland/whatever history and why-you-should-give-a-crap.

The other thing I need to work on is writing like I talk and not like some stodgy 80 year old professor of crumudgeonlyness or something. So, yeah. sorry about that.

I hate mission statements.

They don’t provide vision. They don’t map strategy. No matter what fancy words are used, they all boil down to the same message. ‘We’re going to be the best at what we do’. Well, duh.

There will be no mission statement here. There will be no synergy, nothing value-added, nothing leveraged. Here, at the beginning, there is only me and my words.

Hi.

This is, and will be, the story of a life. Of a boy and the girl who loves him. It will be told from the boy’s perspective because, well, it’s his website. And he’s kind of vain like that.

The story started long ago. It twisted and turned, as stories do. Charcters came and went, fortunes rose and fell. Friends were made; so were enemies. It was, and continues to be no spicier a story than anyone else could tell. But it is his story, and the whole point of being here is to tell it.

It might not come in order. Scratch that: it definitely won’t come in order. It’s going to start somewhere in the middle. It’ll jump backward from time to time. It might make side trips, it might jump all over the place.

But here the story starts. Starts again, for the first time.

Having a hard time figuring me out? Hell, I’m having a hard time figuring me out. But here’s where I’ll do it. On the web, here I am.

And here I go…