There must be an error in the world, because I am making a blog post. Now that I have this power, to post bits into cyberspace needing only my whim, how shall I wield it?
I could talk about events in my life, and this would be very interesting reading, I can assure you. Yet this does not inspire me to write a blog. No, I would rather see my blog as a journal, as was kept by r.w.e.
In one entry, he writes:
In twelve days, I shall be nineteen years old; which I count a miserable thing. Has any other educated person lived so many years and lost so many days?In less than two months, I shall be twenty-nine years old. I hate to admit it, but I think I may be in a worse place than Emerson was. I've not lost days, but years. Years without picking up a pen, years without holding a guitar. Projects and ideas have sat on a shelf collecting dust, barely calling themselves memories. Lest I mislead you, I do not mean to state my life has been dull, or that I carry regrets; nothing could be more false. I have not however lived up to the expectations of my biggest critic, myself.
So I will change this.
Posted By Mike On Monday, February 14, 2005
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