trebuchet

i hate the font "only fools are satisfied" is written in. Times New Roman? really people.

I suppose once I become more tech savvy and submerge myself into understanding social media more, I will be able to change that to good old Tahoma. One can only hope... This is 'trebuchet'. That'll do. Who names fonts? I could do that. Along with naming Ben & Jerry Flavors. Bucket list.

i digress.
i digress a lot. 

So this here is my first blog post, I don't know how it's going thus far, I haven't decided. Frankly, it's a little too early for me to decide. I'm working now, but this is a good way to warm up my brain, I guess. 

What will you see/hear/read/smell from me on my blog?
-Observations. I am born and bred New York City, currently working in Manhattan and commuting back and forth every day to my childhood home in the outer-boroughs...safe to say, the people and things I see make for some excellent blogging material.
-My personal interests are all over the place; here I feel free to express them all.
-iRant. Sometimes ya just gotta vent. 
-writing sample/ideas/tidbits/drafts. Creative writing student in my not-so-long-gone days of higher education. Trying to get back into the habit of writing every day (all work and no play makes jack a dull boy). You'll see that a lot, I am a pop culture sponge, quotes will fly. 

(i love how i'm writing as if i'm addressing someone in particular, yea 'cause I have soooo many followers) tell your friends. hide your kids, hide your wife.

back to work.
keep on keepin on. til next time. I leave you with the words of a REAL writer. 

so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don't add to that. don't do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.