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this is my first blog. ever. a little surprising, since i write a great deal...but mostly i keep it to myself instead of posting it for the world wide web. not that the world wide web gives too much of a shit about a wee little blog like this. nevertheless, on a passing fancy, i have taken the plunge into the taboo world of blogging...well, taboo for a journal writer like myself...and it's more than a little nerve-wracking. what am i supposed to write on this all-important-self-defining first post?

ummmm....maybe a good idea would be to post a light subject, like, for example, the metaphor for my life. hahahaha! (oh don't fret, it was a class assignment, and its an interesting read...) here goes!

"Charles Kingsley once stated, "All the ingenious men, and all the scientific men, and all the imaginative men in the world could never invent, if all their wits were boiled into one, anything so curious and so ridiculous as the lobster." Lobsters are invertebrates that possess hard, protective exoskeletons. They must molt in order to grow, shedding their exoskeletons then eating the shed skeleton after molting. Lobsters grow throughout their lives, and can live up to 100 years. Because a lobster lives in a murky environment at the bottom of the ocean, its vision is poor, and it uses its antennae as sensors. The lobster is fundamentally a scavenger; and in the proper sense of the word spiritual man is a scavenger enabled to salvage and make useful every item of experience. The sign of the lobster on family crests is a symbol of great strength and power in gripping and holding. It was also thought of as the enemy to serpents, and thus portrays temperance with the serpent associated with sin. In tarot cards, the lobster is a sign of cycles, regeneration, and protection.

To me, the basis of real living is utilizing to the fullest every element in the experience. At each stage of growth, one must pick up all the shreds of his or her life. The process is seen in natural form as it goes to seed in the memories. In summary of my life, each time I’ve grown, I’ve molted my old skin, and eaten it, making it a part of me, of who I am. I am a scavenger searching for what my purpose is and what my passion is. And I intend to make every bit of my experiences useful, those past, and those to come."

that should be good for now. more to come, obviously...

oh, and p.s. i have absolutely no grip...but would like to have some.