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Jan

14:37

My First Words

I am never the first. Always been a late bloomer.

spooky_forest

That I did not speak my first words until a relatively old age still serves as initial evidence for this fact. My grandmother even proposed that I might be “delayed” – a term which seems to me more truthful than offensive – until I found myself with my parents, in a wooded area in Maine, at the ripe age of three, when I finally opened my mouth: “This is a very spooky forest.”

Clearly, I had been holding out for just the right thing to say.

Same with blogging, I guess. It should come as no surprise that I am the last of all my Family Records label-mates to finally start this thing. I actually still don’t even get what this whole blogging business is all about, but as an egomaniac and total conformist, I feel obliged to participate. Naturally, in a few years, I will probably have transformed into the greatest blogger alive. Young bloggers will ask, “What advice do you have for an inexperienced blogger like me?” Veteran bloggers, while celebrating me publicly, will secretly succumb to bitterness and envy, and mutter hateful little things under their breaths, and even attempt to ally themselves in an effort to overthrow my blog-domination, only to find that their coalition forces just don’t measure up.

Of course, this is just one theory. And besides, in New York, the spookiest of all forests, I only seek to “dominate” in the less literal, Casey Shea sense of the word. Truth be told, I’m not ready or equipped to say anything nearly as poignant as “this is very spooky forest.”

So I’ll just say, “Hello World!”