. . . was my English teacher my senior year of high school. I vividly remember his lament when a large number of his students (including yours truly) hadn’t chosen a topic for an assignment. “Why can’t you find one thing that you’re interested in?” Perhaps that was the case for my peers: they simply couldn’t generate enough interest in any one thing to write a paper about it. For me it was quite the opposite; there were so many things that I was interested in that I couldn’t possibly narrow down the options.
And so it is with blogging. Since moving to New York, I encounter fascinating tidbits on an at least daily basis. I have no need to search for material. The subway alone provides subject matter for thousands upon thousands of posts. And yet, when it comes time to put fingers to keyboard, I can never decide. And so I go on without updating, leaving the false impression that there’s nothing of interest here. Au contraire.
As a sort of reparation for my blogging laziness I offer this . . .
Picture a diplomat’s car. (You know you’ve seen them in movies.) I’m willing to bet you’re imaging something black and shiny of European origin, quite possibly with tinted windows. I see those a lot. But they’re not diplomat cars; they’re rich people cars. The diplomat cars I’ve seen have been Kias and Toyotas. So, um, no, not exactly what you’d expect.
