leimrod.com

Dang! My first post. I’ve sat on this for a few days thinking that the first post will define my website, the same way an impression of a person will be made the first time you meet them. But screw it, I need to just start writing. I remember having these same feelings when I was a kid and I’d get a fresh blank sketch book, I’d hover my pencil over the page wanting to draw something worthy of the life that tree gave to let me draw. Whatever I drew would always take from the clean whiteness of that paper, even if I could draw the Mona Lisa it still wouldn’t be better than a blank page. Why? Because a blank page is everything, it’s endless possibilities, it’s the Magna Carta, it’s Art. Once you put it to use it becomes something else, something limited, something lesser in every way.

I guess that’s how I feel about this blog. I’ve mused over the idea of a blog to call my own for years. In my mind it would amazing, it would be inspiring and helpful and fun. It would be everything I wanted that blank page to be when I was a child. An outlet for my thoughts, aspirations and dreams. Knowing that this will never live up to that expectation I told myself “Why bother!” and I’ve let years of my life and experience disappear without record.

Well not anymore. As yet I don’t have a “niche” that I want this blog to fit into, I don’t even have a guideline on what I’ll be writing about. I tend to switch rapidly between my interests so it would bore me to write a blog about specific topics. Mainly I’m interested in computers, net culture and thinking about and questioning all aspects of life in this generation

Whatever the future brings for this site I hope if you are reading this you will stick around to see it grow. If you think there is some killer widget/theme I need to add to this site, or if there is something you think I should be blogging about then sign up to the forums and let me know or leave me a comment here.

In the end I decided that I’d rather have a bad blog full of memories than no blog and a void where sparks of genius/insanity and where debates/arguments never took place.

Confucius “The weakest ink lasts longer than the best memory.”

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