Last month I read in Newsweek that blogging is therapeutic. I knew that. I am no stranger to blogging, hell I was doing it long before it became the phenomenon that it is now. I saw it as a great opportunity to vent when needed, to tear when in the mood and to actually write something that mattered to somebody. Even if that somebody was me. Unfortunately I belonged to a couple of sites that rewarded controversy and inflammatoey rhetoric pumped out by over-zealous insomniacs who sought ratings. I myself sought comraderie, input and the desire to share (often some very personal shit), under the convenient guise of anonymity, of myself and my life experiences. I never stuck to a format. One day I would post a poem, then a tirade, then another day a melancholy diary entry. I rejected the notion that bloggers were self-important, self-aggrandizing pundits with a microphone but no earned right to hold it. Instead I celebrated the ability of the common man, like me, who could post anything and stimulate a conversation, cause an argument, provoke an original thought or at the very least make someone say "I never thought of it like that". I actively posted on Blogger and then this site and I really found it therapeutic. But I got busy with life and just like that...2 years have passed.

Then I hooked up with an old friend at a local Micro-Brewery and we talked about life. He told me that as an outlet for his melancholy he was Blogging and asked if I had ever done it. And it hit me, I really enjoyed it and always felt better when I was sharing my thoughts with anyonw who would listen. Wouldn't you know that he posts on this very site! This combined with the recent Newsweek article inspired me. 

I know I have been absent for a while but I have been reading...just no posts. But it's time to get back into it.