It is a beginning 10 November 2009Posted by magicdufflepud in Uncategorized.
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This is a blog about life lived. At about 9300 ft above mean sea level. Sometimes higher.
That line appealed to me, although there’s really no good way to begin a blog, I guess. They sort of pop into existence – one moment electrical ether, then – bam! – blog, mediocrity. There it is, impossible construction and all. So, anyway, this is a(nother) blog and this entry is, hopefully, the first of many. But as often happens in the online world, it’s also possible that this will become the last as well. Chronic apathy: an eternal, indomitable? foe.
Have I drawn you in yet? Made this worth reading?
Here’s the thing, and there’s no way of getting around it: I’m in Colorado and I’ve told myself that I’m going to blog about my experiences here, narcissistic as that endeavor may sound. So let’s just make sure you understand right now that I’m writing because I think you’ll find what I have to say worth reading. That involves an enormous assumption on my part, but it’s an assumption shared by hundreds of thousands of others who set out the same way, so here’s hoping I can make good on the “worth reading” bit.
Along those lines, I’ll try to avoid the relentlessly tiring prose style so often found in this kind of thing. So many twenty-somethings mire themselves in breathless narratives: “And then I… and then I… and then I… We got drunk. [titter and blather ad nauseum].” That I think I can keep the mundane locked away in my private journal perhaps displays a little too much optimism, but it’s a good place to start. No breathless narratives.
While it’s already obvious that I can’t promise to avoid the personal pronoun, insofar as it’s possible, I’ll give you ideas and sketches applicable and entertaining to folks other than myself. That is my promise. Even if you don’t ski, you’ll get something out of this blog. I’m not so deluded as to think my life matters more than things which surround it, human, mountain or otherwise. We are all our favorite people and want to find ourselves in what others say. I hope I can give you that – two or three days a week.
Nothing about the mountains yet, lest I run out of material too soon, but if my sense of this ski season holds some merit, there’s plenty left to talk about. You’ll see soon enough.