The ubiquitous explanatory introduction.

I don't know what this is, or what it's going to be. At times a travel blog, at times a celebration of some of my passions, and almost always a way to remind you that I have an amazing taste in music- for proof of this, just look to the right.

I don't know what this is, or what it's going to be. I also don't know where I'll be sleeping in a few days, or what country I'll be in in a few weeks. For those of you that really really know me (which, considering the esoteric target audience that a first blog post must draw, is most of you) you also know that this is a pretty strange, uncertain time in my life. Do I know what I'm doing? I'd like to think so. But I'm not going to answer yes or no to that. Which is a long way of saying, I'll probably focus on answering those more immediate and over-arching life questions at the start of this paragraph before I worry about deciding on a theme for a blog I impulsively started last night.

I don't know what this is, or what it's going to be. I've had an off and on relationship with creative writing classes since early grammar school, and have tried short stories, journals, screenplays, and many other orphaned projects that I intended to pick up again.... someday. And I hate that word. That's exactly the reason I've decided to pack up my life and go backpacking around the world in the middle of the worst economic crisis in almost a century. Because looking at my abandoned script ideas, and notes for short films, I know that someday almost always fails to roll around. And I'm really sick of looking at a map of Europe, or seeing a picture of Angkor Wat, and mentally saying "Someday." I'd rather be penniless with a fortune of intangible memories than possess the safety that staying home for a steady paycheck can give me right now.......

(Which brings us to the title of the blog. Too nihilistic? Too Panic(!) at the Disco? The distant, distant also-rans in the name contest were either too pretentious or too corny, i.e. "When the Bars Align." And I'd rather not let alcohol summarize my life. Just enrich it from time to time. Yes, I feel this title fits me, and more importantly, I think it's a postive statement about the path I'm about to take, not a condemnation of the place that I'm leaving behind.)

.......And having given up on so many earlier writing projects, I should warn you that my prose may be uneven, unsteady, and blatantly rip off Chuck Palahniuk's pacing or Ernest Hemingway's complete disdain for punctuation, coherent sentences, and ability to stick to a theme (the last of these already being exhibited right now). But that's another plus of starting this blog. If I intend to be writing and producing documentaries in a few short years' time, I'm going to need to get used to writing. As well as finding amazing things to capture on film (or digital memory cards as the post-modern case may be).

No. I don't know what this is, or what it's going to be. And I think that's a good thing. We'll find out together.