Perhaps hot beverages are the muses of our day..

For years I have desired to write something: observations of my life, or the potential of what lies ahead. With determination, I resolved to journal entries oozing with wit, substance, and keen insight. I waited upon my muse to sing and inspire.
She stood me up. It's been seven months and I haven't even gotten a voice mail or an IM. Early on, I pondered the validity of my blogging desire. "Who am I to think that anyone would want to read my thoughts?" "Am I being narcissistic?" Why do I think that my life is something worth documenting?" Frankly, I still wonder why I can't be satisfied in keeping my thoughts to myself. But the resolve for weighty penned observations continue to linger. So I sit at a keyboard and search for wit and profundity.

I still sit. And alas, the fount appears to be dry. Instead of frustration, I'll take a professor's advice and "write what I know."

Last night, I sipped an intoxicating decaf chai at Elixir in Hollywood; my mind stirred. Perhaps it was the mix of cinnamon, soymilk, the flickering citronella torches, and ions emitted from the nearby fountain, but I found reason and inspiration to write.
A discipline of reflection is missing in my life. I want to be circumspect about my experiences, decisions, emotions, and relationships around me. I want to see the unity or disunity in my hours--and find understanding in them. Also, I need to write because i love language (though far from having a master command of the English language).Emotion finds a beautiful conduit in the marriage of perfect words placed perfectly. What delight!--the connection of two souls: writer and reader meeting on the single page (or screen). And lastly, justification for my entrance into Blog-world finds roots in the need for dialog. I want insight and commentary from others about my questions observations and actions. Plus, I love reading certain people's blogs about their lives and thoughts.

Post one is accomplished.

Concluding my posts, I'd like to mention a couple experiential highlights in my life. Share yours too, if you want.

listening: of late a fun mix of Mussorsky and John Mayer
tasting: Still relishing an incredible meal from Summer Joe's Restaurant back home in Oregon
seeing: a superb rendering of "The Passion" from Medieval Mystery Plays at the Sons of Semele Theater (www.sonsofsemele.org)
absorbing: Primer on Postmodernism by Grenz and David Copperfield