I'm so idiotic about so many things that I really don't know why I'm risking one of those bouts slipping up onto here for any number of people to see. Maybe it's because sometimes they're funny. Maybe I'm hoping someone will learn something. Or maybe it's that I simply can't help it.
Whatever the reason, I won't be writing here if I don't have anything to say; won't be changing it weekly regardless of whether we have anything new. I've always been rather adamant about that, about (not) writing simply for the sake of writing. I'd rather let the same column languish for weeks (or else force my co-creator at mouse point to do all the writing) than post drivel, however eloquently presented.
Not that I never drivel. I do, quite often even, in "real life" conversations and formerly in chat rooms. I'm often very silly, and even my serious conversings are usually skittish and unorganized, giving the recipient a strong impression of supreme addledness. But that's not writing. Writing is something that's been contemplated and arranged and painstakingly formed, presenting the best of what one has to say. Inner offerings. You know. You can scream, rage, leap with joy, throw yourself about on paper while sitting there quietly, blinking your eyes at everyone.
Hmmm. Well, I haven't really said much of anything after all, have I, but this is an intro. Later I'll spurt more. I hope. If not, if it's all idiocies, well then, God does use the fools to confound the wise.
JIC 99
Imagine for a moment that you are able to step outside of this framework that we call time. Imagine the blinders that have narrowed your view to the present time and present location are suddenly removed, and you are able to absorb all things, at all times, with clarity and familiarity and certainty. Then, imagine�
OK� I have to be completely honest. This is not what I want to be doing. I am writing this under duress. As a matter of fact, there is a loaded mouse pointed at my head this very minute, and I know that she's not afraid to click it. So I sit here obediently and allow myself to be coerced into writing something while I'd rather be doing something else.
"What would you rather be doing?" you may ask. (And even if you aren't asking, I'm going to tell you anyway because� well� because I'm writing this.) My idea for this introduction - actually, my idea for this entire web site - is to create a lasting and personal monument to the pastime that has captured my heart: spelunking and lime jello.
Oh, the blissful hours spent deep within the dark bosom of the earth, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of rock and mineral, waiting patiently for the congealing gelatin at my side.
But, no. That's not to be. Instead I must introduce this site, when, in reality, I don't really know what's going to be on here myself. I do know that there are plans for some type of serial that will be updated occasionally. Unfortunately, I can't tell you much about the plot, or the characters, or the theme; but I do hope the poor parakeet lives through it.
Well, I've almost used my allotment of words for this introduction, so I'd better stop writing now. Plus, if I'm not careful, some semblance of content may sneak in if I do write more. I hope you find something on this site that causes you to laugh or cry or pause or think. I have to stop now� the jello is almost ready.
RAK 2/26/99
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