I have a dysfunctional relationship with my computer. I love its white, sexy, sleek design and the illuminated apple on the back, even if I can't see it when I'm typing. I love all the places that it takes me, all the music that I can find, and that at any given moment I can talk to and SEE my parents in Florida, or visit with my brother in Tokyo, this 13" screen an instant portal into his living room some 7,000 miles away. But too often I resent this little glowing white box and the time that it demands from me. I spend most of my work week with my fingers glued to this keyboard, Googling, cutting and pasting, staring at html code, correcting bad grammar, and, well, putting into words what my ears hear coming from my stereo speakers. It's a great way to make a living, it's my dream job actually. But when the day is done, I don't want to be looking at a glowing box. At very least, I'd like to stare at a different glowing box (a/k/a my television) or even better, get out of the house.
So why the hell am I starting a blog? Good question. I miss documenting. I miss taking a few moments every day or two to reflect. In the years that have passed since I last blogged (shout-out to my old LiveJournal peeps!), my life has dramatically changed. I'm married. I'm a father. I've traded my cramped Hell's Kitchen apartment for 900 square feet -- a mansion by New York standards -- in a neighborhood that's vibrant, ever-changing, and offers anything a person could want, all within walking distance. I've got more to write about now than last time, when most of my entries were about partying, drinking and going to shows, not necessarily in that order. That's not to say that I won't talk about music or even post a recap of the occasional night out, but there are more important matters to discuss: my child's about to walk; my wife's impromptu dinner party and her awesome meal; the upcoming election and the possibility of better days ahead. In other words, I'm happy.
So yes, I'll be spending a little more time in this chair every week, hands on the keyboard, eyes at the screen. But this is me time and I'm willing to share.
Alright...enough typing, Auden and I are going to the park.
