In a Roundabout Way

Alright friends and neighbors the ole blog is up and running. Thanks, Zack for your rather frank suggestion and for helping me set this all up. Now, thanks to you, I can drone on and on and on… Anyway, the challenge now is to figure out what I want to write about. I could just be a complete smart-ass. You know, like Al Franken. I just finished reading “Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot.” Now THAT is what I call entertaining. Although politics isn't my strong suit… you never know. Maybe I will just talk about interconnectedness like John Muir or wax poetic like Ralph Waldo Emerson. Keeping it real dude…oh and deep. Then again I could dig down into the depths of my inner being and tell you all about the tragedy and triumph of my life. You know like Sophocles. It probably wouldn't be as entertaining as say Oedipus however. But I am thinking something along the lines of oh let’s say writing my life story by emulating the style of a Greek tragedy, but setting it in the Deep South. There is nothing like the smell, the feel, the aura, of a redneck waxing poetic. Now we’re talking! There is no telling what will spill out of this pea brain of mine at any given time. Hopefully, I won’t offend anyone, but I make no promises. Possibly I may make you cry, or make you laugh or if I am really good I will make you laugh when all you want to do is cry. Now that would be poetic. Then again there is always the risk of putting words on a page that actually say something meaningful. If I do that I apologize ahead of time. Possibly I may write about what happens to me as I go; like a minute-by-minute play-by-play of my upcoming journey. Hopefully, it will go something like this: words written about slogging (and by slogging I mean dancing) along through the hills of Ireland or stories of me gazing out over the Irish sea at sunrise with a crazy, shit-eatin’ grin on my face. Or, me drinking Guinness and batting my baby blue eyes at some hot Irish musician. Okay, so I don’t have baby blue eyes, but still. Shit, poor me…okay so much for the Greek tragedy.

Side note: So what I am trying to say, in a roundabout way is; that I am just going to write. This will not just be a blog/journal containing stories and anecdotes about my trip, but a running commentary of whatever just happens to be floating around in my brain; lordy, lordy, lordy, now there’s a scary thought…