April 12, 2012

• In The Beginning

  Tonight I embarked on a leisurely quest to read my blog from the earliest post to the present over the course of the next few weeks.

  I’ll be honest and admit that I find the quest to be equal parts pleasure, pain, and penguin. To read them is like venturing back to a literary hit-and-run accident that I’ve fled (apparently for good reasons). I return to find myself guilt stricken and embarrassed, especially since the earliest posts often read as though I had hired a sixth grader to ghostwrite. And even then that borders on giving my writing too much credit.

  However, I do look forward to my later posts where I know there is a more developed sense of direction (that’a'way), style (less typos) and purpose (fame?) to this place and my writing. And I’ll enjoy re-encountering some of the great memories, stories, and incidents that have been documented and tucked away in the recesses. But first, I must slog my way through the crap.

  And if you ever decide to take up the quest, be warned that I mention listening to Coldplay too often. And that is because I have probably listened to their first two albums more than anyone else on the planet. I don’t mean that as a broad generalization. I literally mean that and not “literally” used in the wrong way (“the donuts were so good that I literally sold my dog in to slavery”).

  I mean that I played those albums back-to-back, on repeat, without end for semesters. At one point I had played the two albums, in their entirety, over 3,000 times. At a total of 1 hour 36 minutes 12 seconds for both albums, that converts to a tiny bit more than 200 days. At one point I had listened to them so much that I would become physically ill if I heard tracks from either album. And I’d estimate that I’ve played the albums closer to 4,000 by now.

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