I’ll keep this one short, sweet, and terse. I’m venturing into the blogger’s universe for the first time, with my criticism armor at 100%.  Welcome to the internet age, everybody.  It bears repeating because for the first time in human history someone in Irktusk can see your Youtube video and start hitting on you right away (think nothing of it, by the way – I was flattered :))

The volatile movie “Fight Club” calls generation X the ‘middle children of history.’  I’m not from generation X, or Y… in fact, I don’t really know for sure what both of them are, only that they came after the baby boomers.  I was born somewhere in the 80s, young and impressionable enough to absorb the impact of 90s alternative culture.  You can see it in my music, art, and the way I look; the way I seem to go about with an almost repulsive insouciance, disaffected and slackerly a la Cobain.

Beneath that facade is someone who cares a great deal about things – who takes things way too seriously sometimes – but who learned to keep a cool exterior.  Because when I was in school, “cool” was all I could be, sandwiched singly between the nerds and the jocks, “normal” from all vantage points save for a select few.  Brace yourself, and think of the intro to “The Twilight Zone.” If that doesn’t come to mind, think of imagination as a dimension, and think of thinking itself as being an actual act.

That, aside from an odd job here and there, has been my career.  Professional thinker, worrier, and dreamer supreme.  The art, music, and writing is an expression of angst.  I’m not gliding through life, though it may seem I would be.  I’m simply following my dreams while behaving by my own moral code.  I think we all do it.  This is just my experience, in words, for the world to see.