Here. We. Go.
Well, writing this post turned out to be a lot harder than I expected. I leaned on the fact that since I was an English and Anthropology major once (or, as my roommates joked, majoring in Jobless and Homeless) it would have been a breeze to put my thoughts down, make them concrete. I had the English part covered and figured the other major provided me insight into what makes humans tick. I can write (moderately) well, I’m (somewhat) witty, and I like talking about myself (maybe a bit too much).
But man, do I ramble (and use parentheses way too much).
The first stab I took at it consisted of me trying in vain to be funny. Not sympathetic funny, not at-least-one-joke-landed funny, but full-blown trying-too-hard-and-not-sticking-any-of-it funny. I had this long outline planned out, was ready to dissect my previous stomping grounds in Washington DC, and tackle my new ones in San Francisco.
I realized that my fellow bloggers, Packy and Collin, will have already touched on issues and insights that I’d bring up myself. All of us went to the same bars, saw the same concerts, and checked out the same cultural goings-on while in the capital of freedom. Not that this was a bad thing; on the contrary, we were pretty dedicated to exploring the city and the surrounding area that was far away from clubs and boozy brunches.
*Side note: don’t get me started on boozy brunches. I’ll save that rant for another post.
So it got me thinking: what’s the true point of this blog? Because when the three of us first sat down to discuss it in-depth, Packy in DC, Collin in Chile, and me in SF, we decided that we didn’t want it to be focused squarely on the places in which we’ve found ourselves. Sure, we’d touch on certain aspects and what current experience is shaping our perceptions. But rather, this is a way for the three of us to keep in touch, and if people somehow find us funny, or interesting, or provocative, or insightful, or somehow even inspiring, then that’s just an added bonus.
Because right now, in the age we live, and not to sound like a “back in my day” type of guy (but seriously, back in my day we read paper books, not these flim flam e-readers), communication isn’t prioritized. A good friend of mine (shout-out to Ms. Rogowski) pointed out how insubstantial a simple email is nowadays compared to a letter, compared to something that’s emotional, and visceral, and actually tells a story rather than a simple anecdote.
For example, I’d love to tell everyone about my first day in San Francisco, about how I was properly indoctrinated into the city when I stepped in a pile of something that most definitely wasn’t dog poop. Or how I went trail running with some NPers through canyons and gorges to find a waterfall, twisting my ankle in the process and hobbling my way back to the car like the slow rhino from Jumangi. Or how much of a culture shock it was to visit Dolores Park and see not only an oddly intense and captivating hula hooping competition, but also watching guys walk around selling edibles to the people on blankets drinking beers and smoking weed.
How do I tell my friends about this? Do I post on social media amongst the baby updates? Do I send an email with bullet points and include a TL;DNR? Or do I write a letter? But how do I do this, with quill and ink? By a tallow candle late at night whilst I contemplate the upcoming harvest? And how do I send it? By pigeon? Pony? Owl?
Which brings me back to the point of this blog. Each one of us will be posting about something that’s currently shaping their view of the world, be it for the better or the worse. I already have a few topics in mind (dinosaurs, boozy brunches, are we alone in the universe (spoiler alert: we may be)). But by putting these thoughts down, by making them concrete, maybe, just maybe, we’ll have a better idea of what’s going on in each other’s lives. And as our five readers, you, yes you, will see what we see, and maybe even enjoy it in the process.
If you’re interested, let me know.