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This is a blog.  There is a community involved in it’s upkeep – we’re like the Super Friends, complete with incestuous and homoerotic undertones.  We like to think we’re artsy and brilliant.  We remind ourselves of Bukowski when he said that he was a fucking genius and nobody knew it but him, then his woman told him he was full of shit and commanded more booze (none of us are sober, so maybe the comparison is appropos).

We’d like to say that maybe this is more than a blog, that this is the bloody dish that bore the placenta post-creation, this is the doctors hands cleaning the baby, shamelessly stealing the first touch from mom.  In so many words we’d like to say this is ourselves rendered in designs, art, philosophy, politique and obituaries able to be transmitted through this platform.

Anything to make ourselves seem interesting.  This is a blog.