Day Vivid

It isn't blogging. It's writing. It's writing you can read it on the internet. That's what I'm telling myself.

This will be self-serving and self-absorbed. You have to be pretentious to be a writer because you're living under the pretense that people give a shit how you think / feel. I've accepted this.

My image of a blogger: white guy with thick-rimmed glasses, typing about how the Decemberists have sold out, and about the eye color of a girl he met at Critical Mass last week. Go to Stuff White People Like http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/ to see who I mean.

I'll try real hard not to be that guy. I mean, I don't care if my coffee's organic or anything. I won't like your Vespa or fedora or poems about autumn. I'm not an academic. I never use the verbs "conceptualize" or "facilitate" when I could just say "think" or "do." I'd take Bob Seger and hamburgers over Ani DiFranco and tofu any day of the week. I just wanted to make that clear.

Anyway, this blog will include comedic pieces, as well as poems, essays, and general rants. Sometimes when I write "seriously," my friends ask, "Are you serious? Is this supposed to be funny?" It's odd because usually the first question of my day when I open my eyes is the general existential "Are you serious? Is this supposed to be funny?"

On this subject, I will quote John Irving from The World According to Garp:

“Why did people insist that if you were “comic” you couldn’t also be “serious”? He felt most people confused being profound with being sober, being earnest with being deep. Apparently, if you sounded serious, you were…Horace Walpole once said that the world is comic to those who think and tragic to those who feel…I have never understood why “serious” and “funny” are thought to be opposites. It is simply a truthful contradiction to me that people’s problems are often funny and that the people are often and nonetheless sad.”

This blog will also include quotes. Here's another one: "I saw a family of four get out of a Lexus and all four of them whipped out their phones as they walked into the store and I thought, 'Man, we are so fucked." ---my father

Anyway, welcome to the World of Day Vivid.