Thursday, December 22, 2005

A Message?

I've been on a F. Scott Fitzgerald kick. Almost a year ago I read the biography of his editor - Max Perkins. I was so intrigued that I decided to reread The Great Gatsby for the first time since high school. I certainly did not appreciate classics in high school, that's for sure, because I don't remember reading such a great story! Anyway, let's shoot to the present. My company gives us a book of our choosing (up to $100) every Christmas, so this year I chose Dear Scott/Dear Max, a book of letters between Fitzgerald and Perkins ($65!). I got it yesterday, but I decided I wanted to read more Fitzgerald before I read the letters. I figured I would appreciate it more. So I picked up a book of his short stories and was reading the introduction on the train this morning. One line struck me: "and he died four days before Christmas." Today is four days before Christmas.

I think it is a message, but I'm not sure what. Or am I just being totally ridiculous? Seriously, what could it possibly mean? Perhaps it's just Irony playing tricks.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Day 1

This is my first post. To be honest, I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of having my thoughts available on the internet. I have kept a journal since junior high and it has always been an enormously private thing. The thought of anyone reading it makes me nauseous.

So why have a blog? My mother once told me that she read an article that said anyone who writes a journal actually has a desire for it to be read. I thought this was a little presumptions, but I guess I always have some sort of audience in mind when I'm writing in my journal. Right? Otherwise I wouldn't care about spelling or coherence or paragraph development. And I totally do.

Well here it is: my first attempt at the public sphere. Boring, perhaps, but I'm just warming up.