Then, I spelled Sandwiches incorrectly Does anyone else find the blog fad to be as banal and oddly intriguing as... oh, what the hell -- here's my ch-ch-chia blog. I promise to water it regulary.

The title of my blog was going to be "reality sandwiches" -- a juxtaposition that is not my own but that of Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg's 1963 volume of poetry under that name has inscribed on its title page: "Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages for yr (sic) own joy." I like it -- the title and the quote. My slovenly brain refuses to imagine what reality sandwiches might be, and for that I am probably not worthy to associate myself with the phrase at all. But I feel promise in the two words: reality and sandwiches. Like there's energy emanating between them. And a concrete vagueness, so delicious I would love to take a bite.

I'm going to click "Publish Post" in a couple of seconds and send this tiny little blog into the big, bad, blog world. May it grow healthy green sprouts on the clay heads of many.  ¶ 12:03 AM