Here, then, is to follow a patchy
account of my travels and travails at home (?) and abroad, written at the
request of Hampshire College’s GEO and the behest of a family that refuses to
believe that I am alive and well unless I contact them on a regular basis to
assure them of that fact.
This post is being written the day
after the blue moon, and as my life consistently reads like a cheap paperback
novel, written by someone doing their ample best to mimic the lessons of
Hawthorne and Hemingway thrashed into them in primary school and utterly devoid
of subtly, this would be a fitting date to reflect the rarity with which my posts will likely be made. The
fact that I intended to write this yesterday and didn’t get around it until the
day after a blue moon should really only hammer home further the extent of my
flakiness.
This
blog will, by necessity, be available to a rather wide audience. It is for the benefit of Hampshire
students considering the program that I am currently undertaking, academic
advisors curious about my progress, and a diverse jumble of family and friends
keen for updates on my welfare – as well as anyone else who happens to stumble
upon it. I could, therefore,
dedicate great energy to making my notes relevant and appropriate for anyone
likely to read them. But honestly,
I couldn’t possibly be bothered.
Instead, I intend to write whatever comes to mind and makes its way to
paper, based on no criteria other than my personal interest in mentioning it. Therefore, readers should be braced for
content of a potentially tedious or offensive nature. If this is going to distress you in some fashion, then, in
the frank words of the late Hector Kipling, “You shouldn’t have fucking come
anyway.”
