First Blood

Wearing one’s interests on one’s sleeve has unquestionably always been a prevalent trend amongst folk desperately trying to make sense of themselves amidst the incoherence of the world around them.

With the internet expanding the world’s borders to the point of near obsolescence, and the sheer volume of information available to the curious participant, it is no wonder that some are struggling to emulate the social virility and effortless eclecticism exhibited in one’s labyrinthine myspace profile in their real life encounters.

I choose not to bother.

This blog will hopefully serve as a sleeve of infinite dimensions which will allow my humble three dimensional person to remain aloof and immune to the desire to be everything to everybody.

That way I can concentrate my time in the three dimensional world to do things that hold currency with people that might want to give me currency, whilst still maintaining my indefatigable curiosity for the trivial and arguably credible.

An abattoir of preoccupations if you will; the only difference being that I leave the killing floor with a white collar clean enough to do a powerpoint presentation in.

Here’s hoping it works. I have already spent more time on myself in this ten minutes than in a long while so I begin in a mildly optimistic mood.Meat Mortar

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