Ooh, Web 2.0. Shiny

Because I am tired of sitting around all day alternating half-hourly between reading and playing the piano but lack the force of will and humility to write something simply for "my own amusement", I have decided to jump into the scary, dangerous of world of internet blogging, where the standards are low and there are probably enough admirers to massage even the most jaded self-image. For a time, I was tempted to make my way onto the Information Superhighway with training wheels provided by Twitter. Luckily, I realized in time that the one person in the history of the world who should Tweet died of syphilitic meningitis at the fin de siecle. No one but Oscar Wilde can consistently say anything meaningful in 140 characters or less.

Of course, now that I have this blank slate of a website all to myself, I have no idea how I should leave my mark. I am sure none of you care about the quotidian details of my rather dull summer, and I don't have any strong or interesting opinions about politics/music/folklore. What I do have, or like to imagine I have, are some interesting trains of thought, and people I know might be interested in them. I have been reading a lot of books this summer, and they tend to produce some strange things in my head. To get started, I will try to make a post for every book I read and whenever anything else I think worth talking about pops into my head. Don't worry; I am not Oprah, nor was meant to start a book circle; rather than review what I read, I plan to try to explain what it makes me think about. Expect me every three or four days. Oh, and if you ever have anything you want me to address, a problem that needs another pile of gray matter, anything at all, just let me know. I will see what I can do with it.

Oh, and as you can certainly guess from the title and motto of this blog, I am affecting an air of cautious superiority as a zeppelin to lift myself above the rest of the Blog-o-Sphere. From what I know about bloggers, they all tend to be very down to earth, humble people. Pomposity and self-righteousness will surely help distinguish me from the crowd. It's probably unnecessary, but I just want to be clear that 99% of the time, this attitude will be purely an act. That just means that for one out of every hundred statements, I need to be slapped in the face and called a douchebag to bring me back to earth. Please don't all leap on the opportunity.

I am almost done with the Foundation series by Isaac Asimov, and tomorrow will try to bring you an idea already presaged by a cryptic facebook status.