A-blogging we will go...!

I would like to apologize in advance for the sloppy state this journal will be in over the next several months. Although I fully anticpate that I will find time to go off on thoughts actually worth recording, for the sake of sanity between two plays, a talent show and a premiere art show whilst running two clubs and writing a novel - and all this in the midst of teaching and all that goes with THAT - I propose to use this blog as a means whereby one can store all the drips and drabbles of the brain, whether that be worthy of publication or not.

Which, of course, is one of the reasons why small presses are generally frowned upon and the elite sneer at such things as "blogs." How can the bourgeoisie ever produce something of lasting value if there is no editor? I'm half-inclined to agree with their sneer, but at the same time inclined to remind said editors that all work is at SOME point, unpublished. Which is to say, its state of publication (or lack thereof) does not necessarily correspond to its worthiness OF the printing. Much that is in print should have never seen the light of day. Much that is dropped in passing will be appreciated only in Heaven. So we await that ultimate editor, time, to sort through all our yesterdays and keep that which is golden.

I could report on how today is going. But since that last had the faintest edge of poetry, I'll stop there.

Mood: Seeking out sleep in a half-hour. Dunno what to do with my seniors who are finished with Last Battle. Why do we do this to ourselves, precious?
Music: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers a la the mental jutebox and recording of students auditioning for the talent show this afternoon...evening...always...good but WHY are we STILL at school precious?
Thought: Latent knighthood makes one squishy, or sugar-highed, or able to have a podium, in ascending order of importance. And walking through Boston on a mild night is bliss.