An Explanation

What am I doing here?

Mom informed me this evening that both of my sisters (Katie and Diana) have blogs now, and that they are both very good writers. I read them, and was inspired. I've had a blog before, but lately it hasn't seen much action; most of the writings I once put into it get written to my girlfriend (Leslie) instead, or remain unwritten, dissociated picture frames hanging in my cluttered mind.

I don't know exactly what I'll post about yet. That's probably not a good sign. Partly it will be constructive, descriptive venting on what I'm reading, what I encounter and find fascinating, along with the occasional comment, "Gee! How snooty is it in here!" Self-consciousness is definitely a part of it.

The title of the blog... when I was little, I used to have an alter-ego. Dr. Professor. He had a deeper voice than I did, and was ready to expostulate on intelligent inquiries in general. If he had to be a professor of anything, he would have a PhD in History, English, African Safaris, and Science (I hadn't found space yet). Whether this was indicative of anything or not, I'm currently accomplishing undergraduate work in English, and hope (beyond hope) to become an English professor, and spend my career reading dusty old tomes, writing about the interesting change of subject/verb relation accompanied by a metrical variation in line 127 (a prime), and teaching students the joys of literature. All this from a person that likes so many other things, and could nearly as happily be a mathematics professor, among other fields. But I'm determined not to be in college for 13 (prime) years, as there are other things to do, people to see, lives to live, and yes, money to earn.

Maybe one day I'll be simply Dr. Professor.