This will be a blog of mixed intentions and voluminous subject matter, a medium to register upon these lines of code those thoughts, arguments and stories that brush against me. Neither structure or clarity have accompanied my writings in the past, and surely they will not rush to my aid now. But this is not a writing seminar, and I am ill-equipped to instruct.
General social commentary, literature, politics, sports, and life's lessons (cruel and sweet), will be on display on these pages. Operating under the assumption that a little knowledge is dangerous, this could be a positively lethal place.
Now a little about the blogger: the station I occupy is rather crowded these days, particularly in the blogosphere: married; employed; encumbered by loans; over-educated; disenchanted with American leadership; enthralled with the idea of excellence and thus disappointed that it is elusive. We are playing the game, but must strain to keep from getting lost in the field of play, leading Thoreau's lives of quiet desperation.
Perhaps nothing will come of this blog named after a Hemingway character; it would be remarkable if anything did. Let's begin.
