What Blogs May Come….and Indeed They Must.

What blog may come and why it must.
Welcome to day one of my blog. Like diets and quitting smoking who knows whether there’ll be a day TWO, but we can hope. I’ve been, and still am, unwilling to drop my trousers and show you everything I am and have ever been, but I will allow that perhaps its theraputic and perhaps I’m just ignoring the 21st century’s version of “Dear Diary”. The thing is, I always thought diaries were to be secret and for certain, were I to have one, it would be. (editorial note- the author is not denigrating the art of showing off one’s bottom by dropping trou but is only using a term to make a point. On the whole, the writer is a fan of and perpetrator therein of “trouser dropping” whenever the opportunity presents itself. Onward.)

BUT, I have noticed a decided urge to write more than can be posted easily on my Facebook page and noticed that particularly exceptional person of my aquaintance writes alot using this very blog engine (term check…did I use the write expression here?) so here I am. This person may find it amusing after some comments of mine to find me here but perhaps my above reasoning will answer why the change. There’s also the fact that I’ll never populate my blog to the equal of this particular person so there’s no competition in process.

I will not fail to write down what’s interesting to me here and some of it will likely be offensive to a portion of my friends, I’m sorry to say. The problem with writing, however, is that you are forever associated with the words you’ve put down even if those words are forgotten soon after reading and then regurgitated again 100yrs later, or perhaps a thousand or two thousand. There’s an urgent responsibility to write the truth as it appears in one’s soul, in one’s heart, and not skimp. This may not be YOUR truth but it is A truth and to lie, to write down something that isn’t felt in one’s heart and believed unequivocally, is a crime on par with murder and a detriment to society. “”To one’s self be true”, etc..etc. Quite right, that.

That being said, I won’t want to embarrass people so limitations will occur. Even orgies have rules, you know. Never fear, I am still sure that some members of my family who read this will take issue and label me **gasp** a “Liberal” , “Socialist”, “Communist”, “Traitor” or even worse. The first I accept willingly, the second I accept in principal but not in practice..yet, and the rest are bullshit but since Barack Obama was called the same things (and still is) I revel in the incomparable association. What I’m trying to say in these above paragraphs is that whatever happens I will not LIE to you and isn’t that all one can really hope for from a friend?

In this blog (and why “blog”, I ask?) I will use naughty language and innuendos and try to be myself. I may comment on religion and politics (certainly politics) and make some people mad, or even try to make people mad. In a peak of honesty I may open my mouth when it shouldn’t be opened but hopefully I’ll put some breathing time between my poison and my pen. I will also document the trials and travails of my quest to learn Mandarin prior to my assignment as American Citizen Services Chief at the American Institute of Taiwan where I will be spending time as an unofficial advisor (yes, this is an approved term whereas “Diplomat” is not). At the end of February a new son (his name is Allistair George Taylor and he’ll look like me I suspect, poor bugger) will enter the family and add to the possibility of me having a better home at my next assignment (and isn’t that why YOU have sex???) so I’ll certainly write about that too. Finally, I will move back to Wisconsin where we’ve purchased a home and spend the entire summer, from July to September, working on it and being a domesticated animal before returning to my diplomatic alter-ego and the exotic, sexy, orally challenging and entirely daunting language that is Mandarin after which, I promise, I will never look at those tiny oranges the same again.

I will probably also include pieces of fiction that I start writing with the hopes of making something stick, in a literary way. If you chose to read it and comment please use the words “excellent” and “fresh” often but refrain from “ambitious” (which means “nice try..BUT”) and “horseshit” (lets not bring Sarah Palin into this, shall we?). I consider “awesome” an acceptable but overused term and will view any adjective ending with “vomit” to be negative no matter what the author tells me he/she REALLY meant.

In closing I dedicate this to my family as they are the engine that makes this little train (with it’s fat caboose) go up the hill every morning and the home to which he returns every night. A portion must also has to go to that unnamed (a gentlemen never tells) friend who’s labors always kept me wondering if I should start blogging too. Well, I decided I must so let the consequences be damned. Finally, I dedicate this page to curiosity and the willingness to take one’s most trusted beliefs and ideas and subject them to the light of study. I applaud all who do not allow their most core beliefs to go unscanned and, once facts and uncovered than make old ideas untenable, reject those beliefs in the ever evolving quest for truth. Nothing is too cherished for examination, my friends. Nothing. Honesty demands it. Life demands it. Our existence demands it.

This page is a virgin but like all for almost all virgins the end has arrived and a beginning is made. Also like a virgin (alas, a Madonna reference..the first and last) it will evolve from simplicity (missionary) to complexity (tantric anyone?) and I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I send you peace, love and a hope for a better tomorrow.

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