CALL ME SNAKE

I checked my calendar, then I checked my shoe phone, then I checked my palm pilot (don’t have one but should), then I checked my blog archives, and it’s true: Call Me Snake has been in business (if you can call it “business”) for a year now. Actually a year and two days, give or take. My first post went up on December 3, 2004–a cerebral essay entitled “The ‘No Problem’ As It Relates to Contemporary Thought.” That one landed with a resounding thud, and I’ve changed the content a lot since then, made things shorter, snappier, and easier to read because that’s what the public likes, right? Shorter, snappier, easier to read?

Well, it’s been an evolutionary process. Sorry, did I say “evolutionary”? I meant to say it’s been a “controversial” process, and we’re teaching the controversy here and learning from it. And the world is a better place as a result. But I digress. (Note to myself: Stop disgressing!) The main point I wanted to make is that here I sit in the waning moments of 2005, thinking to myself: “Oh my god! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE WASTED A WHOLE YEAR!” Whatever was I thinking when I took up this bad habit? And more to the point, whatever was I NOT thinking?

No sorry, that came out all wrong. This is really meant to be a celebration. Like a birthday party–only without the cake, or candles, or gifts, or party favors, or any guests for that matter. Just me, sitting at my computer when I should be doing the dishes, thinking about the passage of time and this habit, blogging, that I never planned on taking up. And if I were a practical person, with a clear eye on the bottom line, I ought to give it up as quickly as I started which was, uh, well, pretty darn quick.

But I’m not very practical, when you get right down to it. Then there’s the fact that I actually like blogging. I like having a place to jot down the rare thought that occasionally pops into my head. It’s nice to have an outlet, ready and waiting, on the off chance that rare thought does pop into your head. Plus the unexpected feedback you may get–sometimes a kind word, sometimes a hostile word, sometimes an unintelligible word, but a dialog nevertheless. And a community that builds up gradually over incoherent exchanges like these.

It seems I’m rambling. (Note to myself: Stop rambling!) And becoming longwinded. (Stop that too!) So I think I’d better wrap things up here. In conclusion, I’d like to say to anyone who’s glanced at these pages, even for a second, over the past year and two days, give or take, thanks for putting up with me. And if you didn’t put up with me, well, thanks for that too.