Bits of Self

SO, WHAT GIVES?

hen I started this blog, I truly hadn’t the faintest clue where it would lead me — or where I wanted it to lead me. Blogs have always been somewhat of a head-scratcher for me, allowing a tad lot more voyeurism than I’m comfortable with into the lives of people who probably have a bit of a Narcissus complex and didn’t receive enough attention from their mothers. Ironically, I fall into that latter category. Ok, maybe the former too. But as my little bloggy has evolved, I’ve found that, while it is unavoidably personal (how can it not be? it’s MY creation!), it is not too personal. It’s far from a diary of what I do everyday and how I feel about what I do — or what I don’t do, as the case may be. I ain’t no Doogie Howser, MD, that’s for sure. So, my posts (which I like to call “pogs” — a post/blog hybrid) are defining the blog, rather than the other way around. And I am definitely comfortable with that. And, as I had hoped, pogging has also provided me with an opportunity to stay connected with those whom I truly care about (and with whom I’ve sadly lost contact over this past difficult year). And it’s also introduced me to some newfound stranger-friends too. All in all…it’s pretty d@mn awesome.

Plenty more to come. Once I decide what “plenty” is. But I’m pretty sure it’ll involve some of my own artwork, which I’m excited/freaked to put “out there,” but…hey, what the H. I just need a scanner. If you’d like to donate one, I would worship you forever and ever. But not in a weird stalker-ish way, promise.

But, until that happens… je ne suis qu’une pauvre plume sans assez d’encre…

Pea-Ess) If you’re wondering what “Pauvre Plume” means, I gave a little explanation in my first pog. (See how I send you to a bunch of different blog locales? It’s kinda like a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book, huh?)

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ABOUT ME:

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one’s name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!

-Emily Dickinson

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OK, MORE ABOUT ME:

enjoy snow hats immensely. Particularly intricately woven, soft alpaca with braided ear-flaps, which sufficiently conceal what I want to be concealed, and which keep me snug and protected from the elements.

In other words, I often operate in a state of fear. My biggest fear begins with a “d” and ends with an “issertation.” And it’s been ongoing for, oh, let’s see… six years now. And, really, this blog is just another extension of my disser-terror and the unrelenting desire to prolong the inevitable at all costs. Some call it procrastination. Which is partially true, of course. But it seems important for me to clarify that it is procrastination with a big feral wildebeast propelling it forward.

Welcome to my life in pogs.

Oh, one more thing: I’m pretty sure it’s no coincidence that “pog” rhymes with “dog.” I want one. Badly. Unfortunately, my landlord is anti-doggy and, therefore, anti-me. MEAN.

Oh, and before I go, a word of advice:

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I appreciate and encourage feedback and comments at any and all times. I especially appreciate and encourage POSITIVE feedback and comments. No pressure. Here’s where you can reach me:

CONTACT: PauvrePlume[at]Gmail[dot]com

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