First Post

The first post is always boring. Unless you have a fury of words constantly flowing as some sort of inner monologue. Wait.

There seems to be some need to justify why I blog or post on Facebook or Myspace (guilty) but I never feel the need to justify why I write. So this is going to be unjustified. If you read it, great. If I'm the only one who know this exisits, great. I don't really care one way or another. So it goes, a great writer once said.

I've got a list of books I want to read over the summer, along with an even longer list of things I want to accomplish over the summer. Never fails. So many projects...so ADD. My life is made of lists. There's no shame in it. It gives me a sense of control and accomplishment over my life. Subconciously I'm sure there's a reason why I need to have that sense of control, but that has yet to come to the surface, so why force it?

Here's a sample of my lists:
1. Read five books from the Pulitzer Prize list
2. Read five books from the Top 100 Banned Books
3. Read five authors from the Norton Anthology of African American Literature
4. Install shelves in the master bedroom closet
5. Organize the laundry room

Okay, that's not a sample, that's an excerpt. There it is.

welcome.