So I've wanted to buy a typewriter for some time now--the better part of five years, probably.  Writing on a typewriter somehow seems more authentic to me than writing on a computer (a symptom of my silly yet persistent Romantic leanings, no doubt).  Central though high-technology is to my Everyday, I often find myself futilely bucking the tide of modernity(/post-modernity?/somethingelseity?).

But I haven't bought a typewriter.  Maybe I never will.  Or maybe I'll buy many, collect them.  In any event, I have instead allowed the computer to serve me; it probably does so much more effectively than any typewriter ever could.  I still feel like I'm compromising something.  So it goes.

I have a lot on my mind and my heart this evening, but nothing I'm ready to share with you all yet.  Give me some time to let tonight's thoughts and feelings marinate; I'm sure I'll come back to them.

For now, I just want to give this weblog the christening I think it deserves.  While Ain't no snob! is the first blog to which I actually posted, this was the one which brought me into the so-called blogosphere in the first place.  Let me be the first to say that it's taken me entirely too long to start the thing.  Anyway, I'm ready now.

I'd like to tell you what you might be able to look forward to, but I don't know myself quite what to expect.  All I can say with much certainty is that F/J 's subject matter will be broad, wandering, and personal.  I hope you like it.

[Quickly: I nearly always have one song or another stuck in my head.  More often than not, one song will occupy me for a day, only to be replaced by another new one the next.  So I think I'm going to try to get into the habit of including at the end of each post the song I had stuck in my head that day.  Today's song was/is "Wouldn't Mama Be Proud" by Elliott Smith.]

1 comment:

  1. I was just singing "Wouldn't Mama Be Proud" yesterday... Whoa...