Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T VISIT YOU WHEN YOU WERE IN THE HOSPITAL - IT TRULY WAS "MY BAD"

Though presumably no great shock to those who know me, I am hanging the hat of blogging upon the hat-rack of blogging. No reason is given; no justification offered. No more do I care to dally away my idle time making rhyme and reason and pithy, pathetic joke of my typical mid-twenties American life. Time presses me to do something relevant. Like widwifery.

Looking back at what I've written on this blog, I feel that an appropriate description of my efforts can be neatly summed by these prophetic words:

A work of art? It has no invention; it has no order, system, sequence,
or result; it has no lifelikeness, no thrill, no stir, no seeming of
reality; its characters are confusedly drawn, and by their acts and
words they prove that they are not the sort of people the author
claims that they are; its humor is pathetic; its pathos is funny; its
conversations are -- oh! indescribable; its love-scenes odious; its
English a crime against the language.

Counting these out, what is left is Art. I think we must all admit that.

--Mark Twain


By the by, for those wishing to know how and what I am doing, turn your ear this way. I currently reside in Ohio, near that great, muddy river on a fine plot of 72 rolling acres. I run a small apiary and petting zoo with my lovely Peruvian wife, Aytahmo, who hears not and speaks poorly, for she is deaf. In my free time, I write children's books and practice the art of blacksmithing. Thrice a year, I participate in Civil War reenactments (Confederate, 59th Carolina division), of which I have received numerous awards (mostly plaques). Last week I tailored a suit for the governor of New Mexico, Bill Richardson, whom I consider a personal friend. All of what I just wrote is fiction, save for the part about Ohio. That is true.

And the Civil War thing.

3 comments:

Ian said...

I told you not to drink the monkey blood.

Anonymous said...

Damn. Just when I came back.

Hopefully you'll be back as well in due course.

Vaya con Dios.

TJ said...

So, really not coming back? Your alien friend can't tempt you with five hundred bucks in backtoschool clothes?

Ah, well. Be well.