not about Paris.

Upon commencing this blog, I decided that I would write only when the mood stuck me. Evidently, you say, the mood does not strike you often, it’s been nigh half a year and all there is is a post about a fleeting moment in time, a brief interlude between summer and winter. Perhaps that interlude is not so brief for you if you don’t live in Colorado, but in any case, if that is your assumption, you would be incorrect.

The mood to write actually strikes me quite often.  Sometimes I go so far as to think “perhaps I should post about that on my empty blog,” but clearly thus far I have not undertaken to do so. I’ve been pondering the reason for this, and I have come to a conclusion: I have of yet no purpose for blogging. I am not a comedic genius nor even mediocre when it comes to intentional comedy, I do not have profound essays on the nature of man or theses on the supernatural, I do not even have recipes or photos to share. I simply have my thoughts which to me seem unfitting of digital publication for I frequently contemplate the absurd, the mundane, the preposterous, the commonplace. Are such things, I ask myself, worthy of being shared? For me these subjects oft precede deeper thought, an unlikely gateway to reflection, but sometimes I really do just want to write about mangoes. They’re delicious, juicy, colorful, odoriferous, and unfortunately sticky. But stickiness is the price you pay for such a treat to the senses. I digress.

So there in the end I still seek my purpose for this blog. It has no direction, just as my thoughts are generally disjointed, but it is simply that: my thoughts. I share these not because I believe they will offer insight or consolation or revelation, but because fifty percent of my two followers live very far away and I do not get to share my thoughts with my far away friends as often as I’d like. Generally, my far away friends, when we speak we have but time to catch up and not to simply converse. With this blog I write to you as if you were next to me as these thoughts come upon me and share with you simply the small joys of life and odd observations.

This post is not at all what I intended and seems more like it should go on an “about” page, but hopefully I will write again soon, having defined my purpose for doing so. My thoughts took me away with them again, but that is what this is to be. Also, I plan to redesign this page in order that it look less a grey dreary day, despite the fact that I love grey days, but right now slumber beckons.

This post looked empty without pictures, so I added a couple I took in Paris that I like.

I recommend finding a perfectly ripe mango and maybe washing it down with vanilla ice cream.