idiotropic

after the seminal urge that caused the first entry here, i was basically clueless vis-á-vis what to do with this thing. i am uncomfortable with the idea of chronicling my personal life here for fear that i’d inevitably try to embellish the events of my social résumé. therefore, i pledge never to write anything like this:

“I went to this fabulous gallery opening last night…”

i’m not going to write about who was there and i’m not going to recount the hilarious story about how my attractive friends and i were selected to model for a photoshoot where we drank free booze and sniffed cocaine off a lacquered bar in the gallery mezzanine. however, if during said episode i had an insight about the hidden regularities that characterize the preposterous ways we interact with one another, that might appear here.

so this blog will be a chronicle of ideas before that of events. and a chronicle indeed — ideas are no less rooted in time than the events that are their soil.

i’ll write about what i know and in this way make a record of what i’m learning. i’ll limit myself to things i think, with the harshest self-criticism, i know something about. i will avoid reiterations of the ubiquitous — saying what can be read anywhere. i’ll post photos and videos; if they’ve been seen before, i’ll try to say something new about them. this whole thing might just turn into notes on whatever book i’m reading.

in late October, 2007, Kevin Drew said from the stage at the Fillmore:

“Don’t get addicted to beginnings.”