To Cyberspace, with Love

This is a Not-a-Blog. I'm sure it's been done; everything has. But seeing as I've always said I would never start a blog because my inner contemplations and original creations and reflective rants and soppy wishful thinking are none of everybody's business -

And because the notion of a press that gives indiscriminate publication to whoever has a keyboard, a net connection, and a modicum of literacy depresses me in its dissolution of the bounds between quality and not-so-quality -

And because the priorities of modern communication have rendered obsolete not only purity of language and its basic mechanics of grammar, spelling, and vocabulary, but also the attitude that it's worth taking time to correct a typo -

In short, because I'm an introverted elitist with a degree in English and a dwindling work ethic -

There's got to be something I can give the public with a clear intellectual conscience.

So here it is. My Not-a-Blog. The first of my uncertain steps into a world I distrust for its transience and translucency. It won't be about my relationships or my angst or my rave reviews of random multimedia. It's just what I have to say. No more, maybe less.

Here you go. It's all yours.