Pseudonyms are for Suckers

This is my first original posting on a blog site. As such, in it I will wet my proverbial feet (I don’t have actual feet) by posting some feelings about the internet in general, and will follow up in the weeks to come with postings of more substance.

First: any personal information submitted on an internet site is bogus. I bet most of you didn’t know that Mark is 43 years old and heavy-set, wears a perpetual smirk, an intense rust-colored beard, and a Merlin robe (with rhinestones), and carries around a plastic pumpkin pail in which he collects unusual rocks. Browsing this site you’d think him a savvy, youngish student of law. I, on the other hand, haven’t even given you my real name, so imagine what I’m like. If it’s any consolation, the internet is weird for me, too. This dribble I’m posting could be read by anyone, including but not limited to inquisitive Homeland Security agents, militant grad students, communists, or Mark’s mom.

More substantive postings will follow. I just wanted to first establish my love-hate relationship with the internet: glorious medium for sharing ideas on the one hand, disarming privacy-devouring succubus on the other. I will initially struggle to write postings meaningful to an audience that theoretically encapsulates all of the English-reading internet-connected people of planet earth. I will then think about that for a moment, start drinking, and post whatever saucy Greek-laced nonsense comes to mind. Because that's how I roll. None of it will be personal, but all of it might just be glorious. So...

Allons! I go for the millionth time to encounter the world of cyberspace, and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated dribble of the internet! Allons!!