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Showing posts with label First Post. Show all posts

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Not a Resolution.

My blog's namesake and my alias
I don't know how to begin this blogging endeavor. So here goes --

I haven't blogged in years. The last time, I was in high school...then college. Mainly bitching about life and posting random nonsense.  Then Facebook came along and the LiveJournal account went by the wayside. This isn't a resolution that I have for the new year. I think it's more for a personal reason...to get back to writing again.  Of course, I'll still put pen to paper from time to time...but those times will likely be the thoughts that I don't want the universe to see...not at that moment.

If you know me, then you'll be able to catch a glimpse into my thoughts that are deeper than what a Facebook status update allows.  If you don't know me and stumbled across this blog by accident, welcome.

What do I plan to do with this small slice of cyberspace, you ask?  Good question.  From what I can predict of myself, this blog will be a sounding board for myself...maybe upon seeing my thoughts on the screen, in print, I'll be able to make sense of the often confused state of my thoughts...make a decision, choose a side, proclaim a grand (or small) idea and shift the proverbial gears into drive instead of neutral or reverse. (Note: I used to drive a standard transmission car...I drive an automatic now and it's definitely not as fun or provides metaphors).

And with the blog title? Well, I have a deep love and fascination with the rockabilly music genre and lifestyle. I've always been against the societal grain (not in an anarchist way) and never thought of myself to fit into a niche.  Of course I know that fitting in isn't a do-or-die situation, but it irked me nonetheless.  When there was an all-dayer in Portland that I went to two summers ago, I was fortunate enough to meet some amazing musicians and other locals that were involved with the rockabilly scene and even more fortunate to have their friendship; I consider them to be my rockabilly family.  When I found the ring (pictured above) while browsing retro-centric websites, I bought it for myself, thinking, "I'm looking at myself on a piece of jewelry."  Crazy, I know...but I took the thought and ran with it.  I consider myself to be an angel (though not one-hundred percent of the time...I am an up-and-coming burlesque dancer, after all).

So, with all of this being said, I'll end here. Maybe I'll update this daily...maybe not...we shall see.  There are sure to be some adventures in store.