... a reluctant blogger ...

For a very long time I really couldn't understand why people blog. Why do they put out their thoughts and ideas for the world to see? Why do they think anyone cares? Is your life really that interesting? Should I not be living my own instead of sitting in front of the computer and reading about what some strangers do? It just made no sense to me.

And then I meet Dooce. OK, I haven't actually met her (although I almost did a while back when she visited Vancouver). What I mean is, I started reading Dooce and I started to care. I don't think it's Dooce's life that interests me per se; it's her irreverent ability to make me laugh and think and simply enjoy her writing. And that's what I look for. I'm very big on well written prose. Very big. So I read Dooce. Then I found Laid-Off-Dad and I definitely can't get enough of him. The bottom line is, other people's lives can be interesting and funny and a nice break from my work day. So I now read a number of blogs daily. There are some things it takes me a while to get comfortable with, like bok choy, for example, but when I do, watch out. I embrace it wholeheartedly. Except for bok choy. I'm only to the "I tolerate you in my soup" stage so far. Blogs, on the other hand, hold more promise.

That said, I'd like to make it clear that this is an experiment. It is an experiment in letting go. I am a ridiculously private person so it should come as no surprise that this little experiment is not an easy one for me. But I'm willing to give it a try. Expect variety. I have no idea which way to go, which is why the blog is called what it's called. In plain English it means "I digress". And digress I will. Often. I hope someone out there will join me on this little ride. Welcome.

Word of the day: Divagate