On Blogging

Why do I write all the crap I write? Why the hell do I post it up for all to read?It forces me to take a stand. It forces me to process enough of what's in me to put it down in words.It's sometimes raw.But emotions sometimes are.To go through life in serene, placid emotionless existence is a waste. Life is full of colors and contrast sometime; sometime it's delicate shades of gray. It's the big meaty bite of a burger and fried cooked in duck fat that gives meaning to the vanilla ice cream for desert. Life must be drunk up an massive gulps, not simply sipped at.The emotions need to be processed; internalized. When something really bad happens -- think 9/11/2001 for instance -- it takes time to realize what happened. It takes time to work though what it is. It takes time to knead the raw emotions into something that is a cohesive whole.In processing my emotions I write. In writing, I process.It's recursive.Sometime it's distressing. For me... for others... for whatever I suppose.I'll end with the cliched expression...It is what it is.---Addendum: I wrote most of this while watching Anthony Bourdain talk about El Bulli and talk it its chef Ferran Adrià.