I spoke too soon

Turns out my come-back-from-the-dead re-appearing blog trick was just that. A trick. Because not for the first and certainly not the last time, my mind is filled with thoughts which my fingers steadfastly refuse to type.

In fact, I've just deleted a paragraph of text that is just a little too personal, even for this blog. It's soppy and romantic and, of course, it's about a girl. It's at this point that I am reminded about an observation I made in one of my first posts. How opening up your blog to friends and family really diminishes what you can write about for reasons of sheer dignity and self-preservation. And how funny and ironic and strange it is that it is easier to open up in this personal forum to absolute strangers who I will never know than to the people who I have broken bread with for most of my life.

So rather than wax on philosophical,
In an attempt to be comical,
I will again depart in a goodbye so crushing,
But not before I introduce you to my blog about nothing.

Marto

p.s. I changed the name of the blog not only to reflect the infrequent nature of upcoming updates, but for privacy reasons as well. I feel like Gene Hackman in The Conversation. Only "not".