Another direction for a nonblog.

This is not a blog. Do not expect Shakespeare, do not expect Rubens, for these people are six feet under and I cannot communicate with the dead. (I can communicate with goldfish, but this does me no good because they can only hold three second conversations.)
If this is not a blog then what is it? I do not know. I do not like definitions. They are things teachers make you memorize. Teachers tell you that you can know for certain what something is, but then you go out in the world and realize that there are no lines. Do not try to define me… do not define yourself.

Whoever likes this direction please raise their hands. (That means comment.) I wonder if anyone, other then my family, has visited this site yet. I do not know how to check unique visits in Blogger. So comments are my only way to tell. You, my imagined audience, quite possibility could be a stone wall. That is good, because then I don’t have to offer you cookies and tea.