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Well here we go and why not. I spend my days in a black box with a computer and a telephone, servicing customers and wondering what else I might be doing. As long as my brain spirals up and out of here, I suppose it's not a stretch to make my words do the same. Given the choice, I'd prefer the real world, real words, you know, being where you are. As long as where you are is open road, edge of the known, life's vibrant classroom. But, as I need to manifest some of that for myself in this box, I'll take this for now--a paltry contribution to the vast shared psychological wasteland, petrie dish, and postmodern performance place that is the internet. Don't know what I want this to be. A mandate to write. A naked page. Something true. Something risky. Let's see. On y va.