My Recidivism

The entity of time, or better yet, the entity of lack there of time is my most inimical foe. Of course, if I were to simply take time, I would probably have my share of it. Digressing, I have the tendency to allow time to be taken. I've spoken of this before, and I shall not again now but any further.

I am still in the process of sorting through my old material, processing and filtering representations of emotions and ideas of my past, as if I were in an attic surrounded by yellowed photographs. I have also done my laundry. While this may seem irrelevant, my outcome was more than just fresh pants. I regret cutting this short, but I'm sure you understand. Business as usual.

Coup D'etat

I feel in part beholden to dedicate my resources of freshly-mined time to submit to you the simple quotidian life that I so thrive upon. This week is no different. I've got big plans, I do, as far as an upcoming update. You see, as you may have heard, I'm initially recognized as the Accordion Guy from Oneonta. Trust me, I wear it like a crown. The title suits me, and tells much more than just my gender and my preference of reed instrument. I tend to be a tad bit unique. This is not a boast, and I could very well assume that you wouldn't want to read about it, but since you are, I shall continue.

I have always craved the different. I've realized this before, and I note it to be true at this time, but for a while… Well, let's just say my recent past has been a corrupted one. When you add a devotion towards another person's influence, the quality of the soup is completely beyond your control. At least, that's how it seemed to happen to me. I can only now factor in the fact that I had no clue it was happening to me; that I was being held back by just another ape descendant, a mutated and fickle mind that thought nothing of blaming the dirtiest of plots upon the very victim. I've made a golden oath to myself to never let such a debacle occur to myself again.

This is that process. I've been fighting hard to make up for the times I was left to stagnate. My confidence has returned, tenfold, and the horizon speaks the answers.

The update I speak of involves another hobby of mine, perhaps not as well known as I'd like it to be, as it is what I'd gladly spend the rest of my life working on. I consider myself an artist. Friends mostly know this, they have seen my work. Strangers too, who have swept over my previous blogs have very well observed it. I am going to bring it back to life, though I assure you it still lies extant. It will take quite some time to resize, reorganize, and re-upload everything, starting from my older work. That, and I just reinstalled The Elder Scrolls IV, Oblivion.

One last item worth mentioning before I abscond from this Interweb for the evening; I offer this PC tip. If you are using Symantec Ghost to clone your system drive (say, perhaps to back it up onto another drive to save you the trouble of reinstalling your OS and all your applications) check the options before pulling the clone. Some versions won't take the boot record unless you ask it to. You want the boot record. Trust me.

Irregularity

For your reading pleasure, I lay out the proposition that the second volume within this magnum opus I so craft in real-time, is about the length of time between one dissertation and the next.

As much as I'd like to load this space, from header to footer, with unending content on an hourly basis, I cannot. I cannot promise regular updates. Why do I bother mentioning this? I cannot even promise a distinct theme. Perhaps I compose a story; a fable of fictitious sorts which becomes elemental reality as it is penned. Maybe I hope that my quirks and stylings will someday be emulated by the youth as a trend, in such a way to bastardize my very own efforts.

I've taken off on a tangent. What I am trying to say is that some people focus on one singular accomplishment or goal in life, content with a specialized yet limited skill set, demoting everything else in their lives as this-there. (Example, this-there Internet, this-there evolution, this-there avant-garde jazz) Their immediate knowledgebase is good enough for them, and the remaining entirety of the Universe can shed a tear in the corner. I am unlike that. Certainly, like any model human I will happily deem a good number of things unimportant. With that said, I conclude that I cannot focus my time for one avocation alone, and when I do, the world is engulfed in black fire. I have many projects going on at once. I also do that nine to five thing, among other common time-bandits. See: World of Warcraft.

Speaking of the other things I do, I must prepare myself for the evening. You see, on weekends I venture out to the bars with my accordion in tow. I guess you really have to be there to appreciate it.

Basic Principles

Before I begin, I'd like to remark that this is not my first foray into a blogging skirmish. I've thrown myself into the pockmarks of web-craft to counter and altercate, much like the many before me. I remember standing with pride amongst my word, despite the way they drift as echoes throughout the tubes of the Internet. In almost an instant, the thrill of being my own herald wreathed into dust, and I was almost pressed to proclaim a large portion of my auto-doctrine a mendacious ploy.

I return now, craving something new and nourishing. Over the past two months, I've gone through revision; I stand at my own personal precipice, and I demand self-bouleversement. I've made it necessary for myself.

I travel far from the livejournals and the myspaces. I regret even mentioning such cyber-clambakes. I remove myself from the drama with the hopes to forge a new community. I have a current premise behind all of this, but it is likely to veer around convention. Besides, why limit myself?

Beyond that, welcome. This is a work in progress.