By no means do I claim to be a virgin blogger. I have theoretically been a resident of the blogging community for some time now. The motive behind my first posts, however, was not what I wished it to be; a grade. I believe the reason these columns were developed to invoke the creative sentences of the lost calling out to be found, for the Marco to find his Polo, and questions seeking answers only to be united by electronic impulses circulating the globe. Blogging should be for sport, not to result in just another mere letter grade.
So even though a man can not erase the past, I have taken the incentive to wipe the monitor clean, if you will, and deleted my previous bulletins. Now with the board set, let me make my first move.
My name? I go by many.
My motive? To bestow the majority of the populous with something to snicker at and a lowered denominator thoughts to take comfort in. Any credit to my writing should be forwarded to the likes of J. Brandt and Apf4, and any critiques to the author himself. And discrepancies… there will be many. I hope to illustrate the thoughts that formulate in my mind while chasing the ever elusive perfect sentence; but let me warn you, this Da Vinci only paints the abstract. Attention to detail will only cause you to miss the big picture. It is with a closed mind that I write, so that only those who possess one that is open will see what I see. I don’t write for purpose of persuasion or to gain the last word, but simply to start the conversation.
Hello. My name is J. Gatz, and I am broken.
