BIOS: Bendel Input/Output System

Those are the words some kid scrawled across a nearby desk in my 11th grade English class. For some reason, those words stuck with me for the last however many years and not the words of the many poets I should have  been reading instead. Speaking ignorantly, poetry is just songs without music - right? Should be right up my alley. (I understand these are different things but are also interrelated. Don't @ me) 11th grade English is lost to me (sorry, Mrs. Kanowith). I remember those three words, that we read Death of a Salesman  and watched.... Mulan, maybe? But poetry? I guess we covered it, I mean, why else would those words exist drilled in my brain? The whole point is that a) I am an idiot for not paying attention those years ago and b) I don't know anything  about poem structure. Turns out b is less important to getting started than I thought it would be. That, or I actually remember more about it than I think I do. I've found the Academy of American Poets ...

So I've thought about blogging for a long time.  Then the anxiety hits. "What do I even write about?" "What if I dork it up?" "What's my brand ?" That last one has always bothered me.  I was late to Twitter because I felt I needed a brand .  Like, did Twitter really need another user that just retweets stuff? Then it was Tuesday and there was a new John video on vlogbrothers . Much like John, if you move my frame ever so slightly it's also just toys. One line though stuck out to me in big bold (word) font: "But in telling the truth you choose among many true stories which true story to tell..." I'm sure this happens to some people, but my Twitter drafts are a graveyard of posts looking for a truth.  Not like #FakeNews but how do I frame my social self as the truth?   Does it relate too much to my personal interests (as opposed to my professional persona)? How does this represent the narrative I try to put out?  Wh...