New Year New Decade

A new year, a new decade. It's the start of 2010 and I find myself on a cusp. It feels like a precipice.

I've been reading a few blogs lately, more about why later. Some are elegant and poetic, some are weird and some are little more than the ramblings of self centered neurotic egotists. I don't know what mine will be, or whether I'll even be able to keep it going, but as I find myself standing here looking into a big hole and wondering what to do with it all, and where to put it, I might as well start by putting it all here onto the screen that I spend so much of my day staring at.

I won't pretend to be clever or poetic, or particularly interesting. I will try to spell correctly, punctuate well and not be too neurotic...or self centered.

It seems blogging protocol is to use initials rather than names when writing about other people. Is this for privacy? Why when it's so easy to figure out who A and B and C and whoever are, even when J is called D and described as a nine year old boy in a playground, when infact he's a forty year old man.

I'll do it though.

Some of PB's blog is very elegant. She describes herself as shallow. She's clever, and she's a bitch; at least she has been to me. She has her reasons, I'm sure, but that doesn't mean I have to like her does it? She can write.

PB's very good friend, possibly best friend, blogs about how marvelous she is; mother, wife, athlete, career woman, role model, sex goddess. She may be all of those things, but she fails to mention that she's been having it off with PB's husband for the past three years.

And then there's PB errant (estranged) husband D. shall I call him D? D will do for now. His blog is weird.