A sort of life

To begin a blog

PERTH, Australia — I mulled over this “blogging” question for months now, and I think the time is right for me to start one. I think.

I’m not sure how this goes. I’d like to begin by talking about procrastination. Everyone does it to some extent, but for me, well, I procrastinate like Dave Barry writes: in hyperbole. Realize of course, that at this very moment — May 30, 2003, 11:34 a.m. — I am sitting on a 2000 word paper on the relevance of media self-regulation in the twenty-first century. It’s due at 5 p.m. tonight and I’ve written just under 103 words.

But that’s not all. Next week is the final week of the semester, and as normally happens during the final week of the semester, final assignments are due. Not including the aforementioned paper, I have four more papers to write by next Friday. So, fuck me beautiful!

Update | 4:46 p.m: I tapped out at around 1300 words. Frankly I feel that’s more than enough, and I’m calling it quits. Just four more to do…

Update | June 6, 2003: For those keeping score: I received the equivalent of a B+ in the United States. Not too shabby all things considered.

“To begin a blog” is from Volume One: Frank’s Wild Years (1983–2009). Written between 2003 and 2009, Volume One was this author’s attempt to find meaning from life as a young twenty-something. While this endeavor would ultimately fail, what remains is a comical tale of loneliness and debauchery.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair

A bible lays open in the empty sanctuary at Emmaus United Church of Christ on December 7, 2005.

I received the equivalent of a B+ in the United States. Not too shabby all things considered.