I did a little traveling last year and I sent out this email list thing to my friends back home. Now, when I bump into people I haven’t talked to in a while, they typically mention the emails. So I gather that they liked them; or, failing that, disliked them but read them anyways. Or maybe they just harbor fond memories of deleting them, unread, from their inboxes. In any case, I have since then obtained a College degree and, for the first time in seventeen years, find myself under no legally or socially binding expectation to go to school next fall.
So I’m going to mexico. To play the trombone. I can feel my parents squirming right about now.
The rough futureplan is this:
- Graduate (check).
- Work this summer at anything, make bank (in progress).
- Go to Mexico. Play the trombone for a couple years. Don’t starve.
- Come to my senses, come home and apply to grad school. Be a microbiologist. Don’t starve.
I’m starting to feel this blag thing. I used to be of the opinion that if you didn’t slave over the HTML, then it wasn’t a webpage. I’m sort of coming around to the idea that obstinately doing things the hard way, something I once did out of genuine curiosity for technology, but, more recently, do out of pure spite, is not a good use of my time. I could be living, for example. I also used to think blogs were for just for self-important teenagers and artistes, but irony prevents me from maintaining this belief. I wasn’t really sold on blogs until I read Yoani Sanchez’ stuff, but now I’m on board. Sanchez blogs, at great physical risk to her person, from Cuba on a computer she scrapped together from blackmarket parts; and taught herself HTML on top of that. I guess that’s pretty good.
So here it is, a blag about Mexico. I guess what you just read is called an “Author’s Foreward,” to those in the biz. After that comes the prologue.
