a blog is born

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own blog, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my blog with the beginning of my blog, I record that it was born (as I personally bear witness) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night (central). No remarks were made. Nobody cried. It was not a great beginning.

scratching for the 21st century

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. -- Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842

This type of scratching was surely beyond Mr. Lover's contemplation.