Back to Me Roots

I changed my name. Again. Honestly, I doubt that anyone is really reading this regularly, so I think it's kind of fun to just be able to do whatever.

I have no idea why I picked the above title. Being honest again, it started out as some pretentious, pain in the ass idea to write something really witty and profound about some dusty book from when I was little that I laughed, cried, and sighed over.

All of a sudden... I feel a weird pressure to write something Good, or at least made with Quality Ingredients.

But the truth is, that's not really why I'm here. I'm here 'cause I love to read. Books, blogs, magazines, postcards, advertisements, billboards, clothing, cars, busses, sky-writing... I just really like to read.

Odd how I used to dream of this blog as an Urban Movement, that would result in a Devoted Following, and of course an inevitable, highly coveted Book Deal. But when I am faced with a handful of readers, I become fogey. Stuffed up. BORING.

So after the Personal Reflection of this post, we'll be returning to our usual program: Books.

With stuffy affectations,

Yours truly,

Radical