A nice place to visit

Today I was talking with my friend Anne Who Is Awesome about a guy we used to work with. He's an interesting man, well-read, flies by the seat of his pants in his own grizzled, stylishly-wrinkled-trousers, paperback-in-the-back-pocket fashion. I said that scores of women in our office had secret crushes-from-afar on him, and she said, "Yeah, but in a 'it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there' kind of way."

I thought that was one of the most brilliant descriptions I've ever heard of a person.

So I started to think about blogging again — which I've been thinking about on and off for a while — thanks to Anne Who Is Awesome: I love the idea of spreading around the insights of the cool folk around me. Beyond that, I love the idea of taking random pictures and posting 'em (once I learn how to do it) because visuals are meant to be shared. I'm deeply attracted to jotting down random observations so I remember them, because as I get older, my memory gets what was I saying again? But then again, I've wondered who would be interested enough to read this drivel, if I would even have enough to say to keep it going, is it a cry for attention, would it replace my already sub-par efforts to keep in touch with my friends, would I get too personal blah blah blah needycakes. But apparently, my adoration for the genius people in my life won out.

So, basically, I thought, Fuck it.

And here we are.