Why this blog, why this time, why bother?

Although the dream of writing has been a constant in my life ever since I received a Woody Woodpecker glossy hard cover book for my 5th birthday, The following year I immersed myself in the world of Dick, Jane, Sally and spot. We never had books in our house so it was only at school, and later, libraries that I discovered the worlds that the written world opened for me. The actual thought that I could create those worlds or any text that people would be interested in reading didn’t come until much later.

I recently discovered my old Blogspot blog and found my the introductory post – which surprising still remains pretty relevant.

From March 5, 2009 (unedited):

The need to express myself, be it through personal journals, through chats with friends or rants about current affairs has always been strong. Unfortunately, my self discipline to actually follow through with a consistant method of doing this – not so much.

I am hoping that through this blog, I will regularly find a voice to my express my thoughts on life as I am living it, as I have lived it and as I hope to live it.

There are some specific things which I hope to address in this excerise:
I hope to explore my history and invite friends and family to fill in some blanks where they can. As someone who was raised in Moncton N.B., surely one of the most ignored areas of Canada, I carry with me a typically Canadian identity crisis.

I wish to share with the readers my interests in music, film, books and art in general because culture exists to be shared.

I want to make people aware that there is a danger in being complacent about the fact that we, in Canada are privileged to live in a country that recognizes in law same sex rights. While there is much to be thankful for, there are tragically too many instances of violence and discrimination against the GLBT community here and abroad.

And finally, I hope that this excerise can be helpful in providing focus to my life as I filter my diffused thoughts and impressions through the prism of words.