And so it starts ...



In today's fast food, need it now, instant gratification world, no one ever takes the time to sit down and do some real meaningful communication. Today, it's all Instant messaging, texts, voice mail, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook Messenger, etc ..., you know, communication by sound bite. So I decided to go old school, take a journey in the way back machine and write an actual blog, or go "Stone Age" as the kids say. This gives me the chance to do a deep dive into my feelings and thoughts, let you see the "real me" ... and the "real me" is awesome, if I don't say so myself.

I am imparting on this blog adventure to I take the opportunity to let you see me stripped of all the tough exterior layers that keep me hidden from the outside world and show you the "bare" or "naked" me. You know, it's kind of funny, this blog is almost like me posting a nude photo of myself on-line, but without any censoring black boxes, personal embarrassment or the threat of it being plastered on the front of the New York Daily News a la Adam Weiner. Yes, it is quite liberating!

Writing this blog will allow me to fully develop my thoughts without worrying about how many characters I have left. I don't need to get a Phd in text acronyms so that I can try and squeeze my genius into the standard 160 character text message; like when I try to squeeze my large keister into my extra tight, ridiculously expensive Gucci jeans. I can type out "Let's Go Rangers"  unabashedly in the Queen's glorious English without having to resort to the #LGR abbreviation to save a few precious key strokes. Who knows what most of those things mean anyways? I'm too old to learn nerdish. 

And who needs a picture or a meme to get a point across? Not this cowboy! I am going to use this blog like a canvas to paint my theory of life. My good friend Freddie Barnard once said that a picture paints a thousand words. I beg to differ sir; "a word writes a thousand pictures"! OK, that really doesn't work but you catch my drift. Wait, how about, "the pen is mightier than the brush"! Take that Vincent Van Gogh ... and Instagram. I am going to write the Mona Lisa with this blog and unlike the Mona Lisa, you won't have to hide it behind some plexiglass to keep the likes of me from drawing an ink mustache on it ... I mean hey, she's Italian, all Italian women have a mustache, so where is Mona's  facial hair? Didn't you have Italian friends growing up? And didn't the teen-age girls have thick full bushy mustaches? Grandmothers? Their 'staches rivaled Teddy Roosevelt's! Google the best looking Italian woman ... without photo-shop ... and they look like a cross between Groucho Marx and Joseph Stalin on a good day. No, I will not let out European centric establishment hide the fact that Sophia Loren can grow a better mutton chop than our beloved Chester A Arthur.  

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this journey to the center of my mind. I hope you get a chance to see me in a retro 1990's light. Isn't it amazing how much more you can learn about someone in a blog instead of a tweet? It's like reading a novel versus a Ziggy Cartoon. I hope I provide you a view into my soul and that view is like sitting in the space shuttle looking down on God's great green earth. I do envy you. I will never get the chance to get a glimpse of such brilliance ... Sigh.

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