a brief disclaimer.

In the grand tradition of this generation, I've decided to start a blog. Consider it my contribution to the internet age. My true motivation? A modest attempt to keep in touch with YOU, friend.

"Miss," you insist impatiently on my voicemail, "I almost never hear from you these days. What's the deal?" My frenzied response is to simply knock over the pile of papers I am grading as I reach for another diet pepsi and make a mental note to call you back when I have a spare moment in 2011 (You think I'm kidding, but my room is a sea of essays on the French Revolution and Toussaint L'Ouverture). Don't think I haven't noticed that your phone calls are much less frequent--though I can't help but think that perhaps it's my fault. Perhaps I've been neglecting you just a tad too much.

Which brings me to my point. My life is pretty boring and un-monumental, but alarmingly it's filled with endless tasks. I miss our deep, insightful conversations about things like 80s music, the best line from the last episode of The Office, and what ever happened to Johnny from Karate Kid, friend. I'm pretty sure 2008 is going to be the best year ever, and as part of the best-everness of it, I shall call you with reckless abandon. But in case you've deleted me from your phone and you don't answer to unknown callers, you can get your dose of me here.