Monday, October 04, 2004

Of Prolegomena

Last night I watched Meet Joe Black for the first time, smoked a cigarette on the balcony, read Jeremy Huggins' blog, and decided to get my life together.

I'm exaggerating. In truth I only decided to begin writing regularly as a discipline, though that in itself is for me no small resolution. I am utterly undisciplined, especially when it comes to writing. My excuse to myself has been that I don't write because I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. This is a lie, not because I can in fact think of something worthwhile to say, but because it is not why I don't write. I don't write because I'm a "perfectionist," which is a technical term meaning "a lazy bastard."

So I will write, if needs be poorly. I will aspire to pseudo-profundity. I will be unoriginal, derivative, plagiaristic. I will be a navel-gazing wanker and I won't give a damn.

And you few, you happy few, will be the victims of my stab at a meaningful writing life. Feel free to set your email filters accordingly. I only ask that you filter by subject line, which will always begin with the phrase "Climbing the tree with the lights in it", rather than filtering all email from this address. Who knows? I may have something important to write to you at some unimaginable date in the future. Also, the substance of these letters will be posted on my new blog. Yes, a blog. See the preceding paragraph.

Tomorrow I will write something attempting substance, but for tonight this notice must do. Two small profundities, as a downpayment: today I bought a coaster, black, inscribed with the motto "Love Like You'll Never Get Hurt"; also I found the Sangreal.

posted by Jeremy at 1:50 AM

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