I was talking with Kate today and I mentioned having started a blog, and somehow we worked out how I could get rich by making other people do work for me. I'm reasonably sure the words 'blog,' 'link,' and 'writing' were used but...oh wait, it was something about a self-perpetuating cyle that I would have to start- something like suggestions for papers that I have to write as a contest leading to people linking to my blog and Google paying me for it. (speaking of contests, if you have an idea or entry or something you want me to give away, email me.
In all reality, it's completely doable.

All I have to do is make you readers think that I'm good at this blog thing...

Give me some time to work on that and I'll get back to you.

It occured to me somewhere around 4 am today that if I'm giving a speech about blogs, I may as well have one...Voici! My blog. I'll use this intro post just to say pretty much what it says in the overview-I'm a connaisseur of useless information.

Anyway, I haven't really thought this out, so right now I'll just put up something that I realized yesterday:

It's cathartic, when you finally start working on something. Just
enough to get you through to a hard part, where you find yourself back at
the emotional state whose pressure drove you back to working.

I probably shouldn't procrastinate to the point of euphoric 'realizations'...Hmm.

I think that's enough for day one.