I’m not one to repeat myself.
Wow. Look at that: a lie in the first five words. I had higher hopes for this blog re-introduction. I was planning on something a bit more poignant and introspective. What came out, though, was a lie. The truth is, I AM one to repeat myself. Just last night I said to Katie, “I know I’ve told you the story about such and such, but can I tell it again? It’s so funny.” I love stories. I also love how kids will say, immediately after a story is finished, “read it again.” Some of Katie and my stories have gotten to the point of absurdity now, we’ve told them so many times. That’s because there’s something in the retelling: events line up, facts shape up, new details emerge (or are invented). Before you even realize it, the retold story has a life of it’s own, usually outdoing the actual event for hilarity, drama, and tension.
“Truth or poetry?” Katie’s incredible grandmother Muzzy usually asks this after someone has complimented her more, let’s say, effusively, than she feels is necessary. She’s basically asking, “is it true or are you saying it just to make me feel good.” Fact or fiction. I think both are valid. Sometimes the truth is appropriate, sometimes a little fluff around the edges…well, it takes the edge off.
In other words: Lies. So there. I said it. That’s what you should come to expect from this blog rebirth: truth AND poetry.
One slight disclaimer: the visual aspect of this site will be changing pretty often as I narrow down things like colors, fonts, styles, etc. If you’re new here, feel free to look back at the older stuff (archived to the right). I can’t promise that all the links will work or that photos/videos will show up correctly (changing from Typepad to WordPress requires thoughts, thoughts that I’m not getting paid to have). For now, though, I’m happy to get something new posted. Hope you like it. If you don’t, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. Unless you’re my mom. Or Muzzy.
So…since I’m not one to repeat myself, I thought I’d go against my natural instincts and repost a few things from my very first blog post a couple of years ago. Here you go:
Isn’t it a little arrogant to (re)start a blog these days? I mean, who am I to think that you, dear reader, would care to know about the goings-on in my little (and I mean little) world? It just seems so—pretentious? presumptuous? precious?—that I would want to write (type?) them down. At any rate, here we go. There will be a little humor, some religio-philosophizing, a bit of story-telling (more lying?), and a generous portion of self-deprecation.
You may ask: Who are you? Just the other day, a friend asked me what I would put on a resumé if I had to write one (which, thankfully I haven’t had to do since 1993). All I could come up with was “musician, writer, and newlywed.” I haven’t learned much from the first two, but the last one—newlywed—has already taught me enough lessons to keep this blog going for years. Two that really stand out: 1) I am selfish, and 2) don’t buy a house without asking your wife first. Actually, my friend Stan taught me that second one, but I learn from other’s mistakes. Never from my own.
Ok. There’s my nutshell of an introduction. Oh, I love puns, well-written songs, my wife’s cooking, and I don’t take myself too seriously.
Neither should you.
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