It's what you think it is . . . the non-explanation

Third blog's the charm.

It's true -- I've tried to write blogs two other times. And both times -- epic fail. I have a running blog in my head that I rather enjoy think-writing. However, when I get home . . . Nothing. The entire content of my head empties except for the following tasks: feed the cats, eat dinner, reach vegetative state, go to bed. 

Jealous?

I'm breaking free of my self-imposed monotony and naming blog #3. I'll be mighty impressed if you already get the "pretzel" reference. But for those of you that need a hint, here it be . . .

That's right. The source material for the title of my blog is Cal Naughton Jr, aka Mike Honcho. Because I'm a class act. Because of all the texts I've read, only Cal truly sums up the world's complexity that I confront daily and retain in my brain. Yes, Cal understands me. Or he would do, if he weren't a brain stem creature. 

And fictional.

As for the material for the blog overall, well, it'll be whatever constitutes the the pretzel in my head at the time AND makes it from nebulous thought to posted bloggage. Hopefully the actualized bloggages will be as interesting as the conceptualized thoughts hinted at being.

Some will be political. Some will be straight up pop culture. Some will be about my personal life and betray my status as a straight up cliche, which I've embraced. I will try to make anything that's potentially controversial somewhat researched and coherently written. My masters in English may have not made me rich, but after 7 classes with Professor Greg Clark, I can construct a nearly indestructible argument -- you may not agree with the premises, but the logic of the argument should be sound. For the most part I'll stay off the soap box -- or at least point out the box upfront. 

And I'm a believer in comments and response -- as long as we can all be respectful. Oh, I do think of language as a kind of verbal paint, so all are available and necessary. I rarely use chartreuse, but sometimes, nothing but chartreuse will do. 

There. You've been warned.

Thus, I leave you with perhaps the best quote from Talledega Nights. It's a quote so the viridian hued word doesn't count.

America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, badass speed. -- Eleanor Roosevelt, 1936

Perhaps I can channel Eleanor and infuse this space with some "badass speed." Or an approximation thereof.


Rock on, Eleanor!