everything you ever wanted in a candy bar

I said I’d try to write every day on this site and yet here I sit, three days later, with nothing. At such times, I find myself tempted (and what better to give into than temptation) to start off with some sweeping generalization and then just see where my mind will go from there. Today’s generalization was to begin with “Life is sometimes…” But that was as far as I got before I realized it was a stupid idea.

Then I hit upon this idea, to write about how writing is hard. On second thought, though, I realize that you didn’t come to hear me whine. Which makes me wonder – why are you here? There are a number of reasons I can think of. One, you’ve got a habit. You make internet “rounds” and I’m a part of them. Two, you’re my mom and this is an expression of filial piety (by the way, I’ve no idea if I’ve used that expression correctly, but the words rolled off my fingers beautifully and I couldn’t resist). Three, you like art and I sometimes talk about art. Four, you like philosophy, and I have pretensions of knowledge-love. Five, you are bored out of your mind. Sixth, you’re an old peruvert like myself and you’re hoping I’ll write about something you recognize from “the old country”. Seventh and finally, you’re a random stranger casting about online for something you haven’t been able to find in the world of flesh and bone and strawberry sherbet.

Do I pick one of the sacred seven reasons and just write for that? Do I try to find some sort of middle ground that all can read and enjoy? Or do I rather write whatever it is that pops into my head? And which is this?

So many questions. Hopefully you like questions, because I find I have a lot. For today, let me just say this: Hi mom and those who feel they’ve begun to know me (in the impersonal, lopsided internet sense) (one and two), I think the poet was right about beauty being truth and truth beauty, but not in the sense he meant (three). Furthermore, while I’m not sure exactly who God is, I’m pretty sure he’s not dead – I saw him yesterday in the smile of a child (four). Speaking of children, Stupid Videos on www.bored.com should fulfill your craving for brainless entertainment (five) and the child who smiled was a Peruvian (six). Finally, go hug someone and take them out for ice cream (seven).