In the beginning there was a blog

So it's a blog or die world, I hear.

And this is why I'm at the keyboard. I'm about to become a blogger. I'm tempted to say that I'm a writer not a blogger (a lover not a fighter...) But that would be old school of me and I've signed up for the new school -- gooooo new school. I know that if I'm going to make this work, I've got to set some ground rules for myself less I end up in line for lithium. This way, 100 blogs later, we can scroll back up 99 blogs and see if I was able to discipline myself (not likely) and create a coherent dialogue that isn't a waste of Internet space.

Here are my rules:
1. No blogs longer than 500 words or that take more than 1 hour to write
2. No blogging about things nobody can relate to (<----- challenge!)
3. No grand-standing or soap-boxing or belly-aching (or mimicking Muhammad Ali in any way)
4. No veering away from the blog theme which is: (I don't know yet.)

This may start out a little random - not unlike a Christopher Walken music vidoe. Or it may seem so broad you could fit a 1940s computer in it. After reading a few entries, you may question the integrity of the blog (I don't see how though). But stick with me. I know we'll become friends. We'll become friends as I write and then you write and then I write and then you write ad infinitum. Then maybe a few hundred blogs in I'll be less lonely and maybe you'll be less lonely too and the world will become one of those kangaroo-like baby sacks I keep seeing on Berkeley children-- all warm and comfy with little room to move your feet.

With or without the baby sack, I've got to move forward and start my blog.