So, pretty cool, huh. Another blog out there. Or in here.
I guess this is my equivalent of a mic check. One, two; one, two. Test. Test.
I had grand ambitions to reinterpret Samuel Johnson's first essay for The Rambler, an early paper-type blog deal sans links, methinks. But I don't think I can do any better than he, so I'll just quote him.
Let me just say why I went to his essays, never having read any of them before today: I have been haunted by a vague memory of a quote of his, something about blockheads and writing and money and the lack of receiving any. Blogs are giving stuff away, right? And writers want to get paid, no? Eees a puzzlement.
Anyway, I've also been held up by a lack of a plan, or, rather, too many plans, for which I have high expectations, but also fear they might fail. I want to brag and apologize at the same time. And this my newfound friend Sammy has covered:
(Okay, I really just wanted to quote that because I have fallen in love with the word equiponderant. Mental note: use in spoken sentence without sounding like a complete pouphe.)
But whether my expectations are most fixed on pardon or praise, I think it not necessary to discover; for having accurately weighed the reasons for arrogance and submission, I find them so nearly equiponderant, that my impatience to try the event of my first performance will not suffer me to attend any longer the trepidations of the balance.
So, consider this blog launched. We'll see what happens.