Catching Up With Myself

I used to blog a lot. It sucked. I mean the writing was terrible. This probably won’t be much better. Don’t expect much.

In my emo days of writing, I wanted people to read everything I wrote and praise it for its wit, humor, quality, and thought-provoking nature. It had none of these elements and the only people reading it were my parents. The difference this time is that I’m writing for therapy. I don’t care if you read it. I don’t care if you like it or hate it. If you hate it, don’t read it. If you like it, don’t tell me, just enjoy it privately (preferably with your favorite beverage).

Some posts will be thoughts and opinions, some essays with actual research, some lists… I like lists. Here’s one now:

Topics I might write about:

• Travel (I do it)

• Beer (I brew it)

• Coffee (I drink it)

• Motorcycles (particularly, my 1981 Suzuki GS750 project bike)

• Offroading / Overlanding / Jeeps (like my 1999 Cherokee)

• Climbing (I fall a lot lately)

• Philosophy / Humanities / Anthropology / Faith and Belief

• Military (“I am an American Airman….”)

• History (I create it)

• Books (a never-ending hobby)

• Knitting (‘cause I’m a bada**)

• Writing (make your Inception jokes now)

Basically, I have a lot of hobbies...