Blogging Disclaimer

I posted one blog entry. Just a bunch of photos. Then I got waylaid by a major incident in my life at SES New York 2006, and I haven’t added anything since. While not logging anything, I have thought a bit about what I would be writing and I imagine I will post initially mostly personal stuff, just because that’s stuff I know. However, I don’t think I can write about myself in an autobiographal sense and be totally honest at the same time. Instead, I think I’ll be more like James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces, wildly exaggerating my past with inflated claims in some cases and playing down the utter stupidity I have displayed at certain other times. I guess that might best be called semi-autobiographical.

Hmmm. Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood was a “nonfiction novel”. I’ve seen movies that were “based on a tue story”.

Also, I get my ideas about things from other places. I’m not even sure if I’ve ever had an original thought in my life. Surely, I will plagiarize stuff here without giving it due credit, much like Kaavya Viswanathan’s How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life, who apparently read some books and got some ideas from them and didn’t give credit where credit may have been due. I read a lot of books and I get ideas from different ones and I might even combine the ideas to get some quasi-new ones from time to time.

Worse than all that, I may not even write my own stuff. Basically, I think I work hard because I am so lazy. That’s why I have my own personal online executive assistant, to do the work I should do, but which I have chosen to delegate out so that I might be more productive in other areas.

I’m pretty certain all my ideas are derivative though and only have the semblance of newness. (That would make me determinist. However, just as a combination of derivative ideas gives the the semblance of newness of ideas, the world is computationally so intensive that we also have the semblance of free will.)

Back to the task of disclaiming: I am rude, and quite unfinished. Blunt to a fault. For some reason I lack the discretion to use the manners I was taught. For those who I will offend, you probably had it coming. For those that simply find me offensive, get your own blog. And for those that do not find me offensive enough, F**k You.

As far as audience, I hope my mom and my fiance will both read a bit of this.

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