Ceci, ce n'est pas un blog.

Mais oui! C'est un blog. Une blog? Je ne sais pas.

Hello to all none of you currently reading this little junior jeremiad. It's my sincere hope that this whole website project justifies itself before too long. I've been inspired by my musical confreres, John Roderick and Travis Morrison, that buh-logging on one's own site can have expressive merits above and beyond mere self-promotion, though I'm all for that... I do a lot of writing, most of it for publication or performance, but sometimes I have ideas that—one wishes he could use the word "transcend"—don't quite fit in the prescribed shapes of a newsweekly or a rock song (to say nothing of my unfinished prose).

I'll try and make it good and funny, or at least cranky. This isn't really a declaration of principles. It's more like a note to self. I keep reading other people's online journals and admiring the snappy utility/availability of them.

But I also like Back to the Egg, so, in the immortal words of the guru in Head:

"Why should I speak? For I know nothing..."