Why did we meet?

I think its fate. May I quote myself? I shall, in a moment... I often write songs that express myself far better than the words I can concoct in related pursuits. The words to my songs are easily transferred to a written text far more than the vague concepts that form when I attempt to author a sufficient expression of otherwise non-musical sentiments...

"Let taste determine the experience. Let choice determine the taste. Let thought determine the choices, and let the thoughts be thoughts you relate." - Me (in a somewhat Rage-Against-the-Machine mode)

That's never going to be my hit song. Perhaps its purpose can best be served within this blog entry here and now.

Many people keep a blog in the hopes that they will meet the broadest possible audience-demand, securing (if they can) their place in temporary-fad-history with omni-relevant discourses on omni-applicable subjects. To be vague is to ensnare the ever-elusive click that produces PPC ad revenue. This is not my goal, although perhaps it forms an element of my subconscious justification for the time expended upon this effort.

I want to connect directly with such a focused, limited audience - its almost unnerving to admit to myself what this is that I am actually doing. Unnerving when I think of the ad revenue this blog may have otherwise created; consolatory when I consider the effect that my efforts will have achieved if realized.

How many single fathers, between the ages of 25 and 29, with a technical obsession for black-and-green command-line screens, given to frequent manic periods of ingenious code authoring and antithetical lazy disclarity, and possessed of a bent towards para-philosophical musings on life and work can there possibly be out there? I'm not gambling though. I'm taking a calculated chance on the fact that either you share my personal struggles or perhaps that (at the very least), you find reading about them to be instructive or entertaining enough to justify a return visit to my blog. Per Google contract terms, I shall not make use of this opportunity to request any form of clicking activity related to the ads placed upon this blog. And, in all seriousness, I do not anticipate that any form of revenue will proceed from my efforts in sharing my thoughts with you.

Either you're a web developer trying to "get it right" after years of overly-hard work on the web, or you're not. Either way, you will either find my blog worth your while, or move on to another destination online. I will not allow your options to dissuade me from an otherwise open discourse on my upward climb. If a skier is discouraged by people that drink hot chocolate instead of joining them on the black slopes, they may need to consider another sport. I have found that I can make sport of my professional pursuits; this affords me an opportunity to be entertained by that which I cling to as my raison-de-etre on this planet.

Everyone and their cousin has a blog now. With the advent of MySpace, even more of the otherwise-identifiable-as-movers-and-shakers have found an outlet for their ramblings, musings, and philological obfuscations surrounding the human condition that we each experience. My voice is not alone, nor is it unique.

Therefore, I propose the following - posit: By representing the frothing mass, I am unique in my ability (or, minimally, in my choice) to surmise (regarding my own condition), the condition in which the indistinguishable masses of which I am a member and of whom I consist, the consummate thoughts which bind us all within their collective and therefore uniquely additive individualism. Hegalianism could take us no further into the depths of meaningful confusion, nor could my attempts at defining my distinctive conformism. Benjamin Franklin could not make use of worse commas than I are. Lolz k, thx. (I hate lolcats; I can has retribution?!)

"He who would represent the 'average man' must, by necessity, be of no great distinction himself." - me

Pedantry be hanged - I wrote it, and so it stands.