I want to find some new way to shine a light on the importance of love.

I started out with an incredible sense that the world had rules. That somewhere, someone wise had a plan, and was watching over things. All I needed to do was intuit these rules.

I am still a little surprised to discover that nobody is in charge. Its all just us.


Growing up all my favorite musicians agreed that Bob Dylan was fantastic. Eric Clapton, the Grateful Dead etc.., even people I didn’t like agreed Bob Dylan was awesome. I didn’t get it for awhile, he was boring and writing about nothing I could relate to.

But eventually, I learned that they were correct. This only reinforced my belief that music could be decoded into hero’s and villains. It had ideals beyond simple taste.

I am still a little surprised to discover that nobody is in charge. Its all just us.

But we do have Bob Dylan, and that’s not nothing.


Some time ago I began to let go of the compulsion to find the perfect (or even a great) way to phrase my thoughts.

So how is this category of posts any differant?  

Other posts sacrifice clarity for my personal satisfaction at your expense (sorry). 
For this, I just want to document my predilections without letting that become too much of a project. 

An analogy: When a food critic posts about a meal they had, or an artist posts a painting of their dream, you may be interested because their description tells you something about how you experiance your own world.  My other posts are low production, self indulgent attempts at that sort of thing.

When your friend tells you about their nightmare or what they had for lunch, you may be interested because you care about them and their life. This is what social networks (the social construct) are for, to connect people.

Only this is not a social network, or a memoir, or anything else that will give my predilections meaningful context. 
These posts are my predilections. Nothing more. The UR-predilection is my own life. The details of my life are in many ways the least important, least interesting, thing about me, even to me. But these details will be what I post here.

The things that matter are the deep truths we all share.

Also on the list of reasons not to do this: Writing about myself is a trap, that recreates the illusion of my own importance.

Yet, these same details are what distinguish me from everyone else. They are all I have unique access to.

So, I propose a compromise. I will share some personal reflections about my life, and even some opinions. We’ll see if something more compelling comes from it. Perhaps I will even gain some additional insight as to why I want to do this. (I don’t want to die).

1st order of business. To make explicit that there is no objective truth intended or desired. Biography is self mythologizing. I’ll be honest about my own memory, but it’s faulty in profound ways. If that’s not bad enough, I’ll be carefully selecting from the details I remember for a wide variety of self serving purposes. Not more than I have to, but that’s enough.

If I am not careful, this will just be a list of things I once thought were important, and later realized aren’t (preview: You can still be a good person if you like different music than I do).