First Post

When blogs first emerged, I was intrigued by the new medium of communication. I began searching out and reading through as many as I could find and very quickly realized I was reading about someone else's mundane life. I found myself really not caring about what their meals were yesterday or the thoughtlessness of the driver who cut them off. I have been staunch in my resolve to never blog unless I have something specific to talk about or an insight so unique that everyone just HAS to know it.

I doubt my insights would be classified as unique. So I have to use the excuse that I've got something specific to talk about. I will be heading to South Africa in July and don't want to take my laptop. I do want to stay in touch with people while I'm gone and seems a blog would do the trick. This could very well be the first free hit from the corner crack dealer. Or the drug some call blogging could have no effect on my brain chemistry at all. In a year all could be back to normal with little remnants of having blogged, or I will be staying up late at night typing feverishly in a dark room - a metaphorically toothless, stringy and greasy haired, sloughing-skinned addict abandoning past passions in favor of the next blog hit.

To start off on the right foot, a picture:



This clean cut gentleman was a knowing participant in the mini-triathlon held at the University of Utah campus a few weeks ago. He was an unknowing participant in Craig's decathlon of picture taking. Or maybe he did know. We didn't care. Brandon was a willing participant in both competitions (Craig's and the U's) and did an excellent job. 21st in his division and 45th overall. I would be negligent not to mention the fine young lad pictured above was registered as #69. Of course.