Illumine's Inception

Words speak and choose, make sense and lose, capsize the tall tale, but always fail (Sparta, "Collapse")

Until this moment, I was one of the last people I know to not have a blog. The only other people are my parents; who are unlikely to have a blog of their own unless I, or another of my siblings, volunteers to create and maintain one for them. I did the same thing with (not) getting a cell phone. I don't know why I procrastinated doing the inevitable: both just seemed so unimportant to have.

Both my conversions to cell phone use and blogging began with a move. When I moved to an apartment where I was going to have to install and pay for my own landline, I didn't want to pay for it. I was not planning on being in my apartment that much, anyway. Not that I wanted a phone (I hate phones); but it was inevitable that I would need to talk to someone or vice versa. So I got a cell phone. In 2005. The only person I know to hold out on getting a cell phone longer than me, is my dad. Who went all out by skipping intro phones and getting an iPhone with a dozen accessories, just before the 2010 new year.

And now, years after everyone else, I'm starting a blog. I'm not entirely sure why, but here's my logic: while moving, I discovered that I write an inordinate amount of shit down. Notes to myself on what books I want to read, movies I want to see, recipes that look like they'd be both yummy and vegetarian, dreams I've had, quotes I like, upcoming shows I want to go to. . . .you name it, I write it down.

As a wannabe tree-hugger, who works in a law office and is addicted to books, my eco-friendly sensibilities are offended on a daily (if not more frequent) basis. Given this, I decided that I might feel a bit better about myself if I could find one area of my life where I'm not slaughtering trees unnecessarily and this is it. I know it doesn't seem like much, but you really have no idea the amount of paper I waste writing to myself. So, now, I'm going to write all my pointless, random thoughts and interests all in the same place. Here. Instead of on paper. And, maybe, every once in awhile, what interests me, might interest you, too. And, hopefully, even though I'm one of the last to start blogging--I'll manage to be more consistent and prolific than my dear friends and family who have started before me.