More theorizing. (how else to do post #100?!)

"It would have been so cool if I hadn't looked back."

Fuck being cool. I am honest to one of many faults, and I will never, ever, be anything but.

Case in point: now officially embroiled in a competition for EiC.

But common knowledge says that mystery and games -- if annoying -- are the path to success. We pretend confidence to attract the opposite sex, to deflect admissoins of error, to protect ourseleves. I promise to myself to never, ever do this. If confidence is always a projection, I want absolutely no part of it. Even if I drink too much, I do it because I sincerely appreciate the truth-serum effect it has on me -- leading me to aim to be more truthful, and less sloppily drunk, in general.

If I know what I want, how is it possibly bad that I make it known? I don't want to lie to myself; I don't want to flirt with ideas, I don't want anything I don't deserve.

What that means is that I will always, always look back.

Hello.


UPDATE (the next morning, of course, when updates of this kind generally happen): Hello -- what about goodbye?

Also, because I'm so ambitious, this post gets two songs, coincientally both about ambition:

Bahamas: Andrew Vincent and the Pirates
Coming up roses: Elliott Smith