So it starts.

These days it seems like everybody has a blog.

I was reading just the other day that we are entering a new age of absolute disclosure. Apparently what separates one generation from the next is ... the sense of privacy. On the one hand, we have a tide of precocious little kids, flickring and youtubing and blogging away, revealing to the world all the painful and secret and irrelevant bits of themselves. On the other, we have geezers who barely understand the joys of Internet, let alone Web 2.0.

Regardless, it comes down to this. I, being a flotsom creature, moved by the winds and swept by the waves, have now decided to follow where the masses have tread a solid path. So this is my blog.

I wonder if life will imitate art (or merely artifice)? Will I, like Cecilia from The Importance of Being Ernest, create a wildly entertaining online self, in the hopes that my real life will follow?

... Nah.