CYRUS IN ACTION (inaction?)

This is what Cyrus looks like 90% of the time. I took this picture in color but Cyrus insisted I convert it to B&W. He thinks it makes him look "cool and badass" (his words). By the way, that used to be my reclining chair he's lying on. Now it's his.

MANIFESTO

This is what's going to happen.

I'm starting here (probably out of insecurity) because there are less people around than on Facebook.
Sometimes it will be in English, sometimes in Spanish, sometimes in both. It will depend in what language I happen to be thinking at the time. Those that speak no Dominican might need to find or make a friend who speaks Spanish, which is the next best thing. Aquellos que solo lean español, que se la busquen con un "mataburros" o se inscriban en un curso de inglés por correspondencia de Hemphill School (*)

I intend to post regularly. Note that I didn't say "frequently," and that I did say "intend."

There will be no common thread, no set style, no unique topic, no steady point of view, no defined philosophical-political-ideological-national-ethnic-racial-religious affiliation, or particular school of thought. Sometimes, or most times, I may not even make any sense. Welcome to my head!
Anybody is welcome to post adulatory, critical, constructive or destructive comments in response, I will be welcome to read them all and ignore them at will. This is, after all, MY blog.

Finally, I promise to keep this as interesting and as least-self-involved as possible (keep in mind this IS a personal blog, and that makes this promise sort of hollow) so please let me know when it's not so that I can stop before becoming more annoying that I am naturally inclined to be.

Till next time!

(*) Para aquellos que no son de edad suficiente para saber lo que eso, es el equivalent a inscribirse en "Ingles Sin Barreras", solo que las clases en vez de venir todas juntas en DVD, venían una a una, mensualmente, en folletos por correo (el correo original, con carteros, no el electrónico). Para los que sí son de edad, sepan que Hemphill Schools todavía existe. Check it out: http://www.hemphillschools.com/index.html

I'LL GIVE IT A TRY

I've decided to take a stab at social media.

The pressure to jump into it has been tremendous. Every time I open one of my email addresses I find friend requests, notices of some photos of me somebody has tagged somewhere, or comments some others have made on those photos. I talk to friends or family and EVERYONE talks about what they wrote, read or saw at someone's wall, site or blog.

What has kept me from jumping into the pool and joining everybody else has been a reluctance to getting caught in the web of connections that social media creates. Once you connect there's no way to hide, except by ignoring every message, request, ping or comment and becoming then an antisocial outcast. At least before you're found people may think you're web-savvy, to busy to spend time online or that they don't have your updated contact info. Once you show up and then stop corresponding those possibilities disappear: you have confirmed that your an a**hole. For some strange reason people take it personally when you ignore them.

Maybe I just have a distorted sense of my own importance: thinking that there will be thousands of people online waiting for me to show up so that they can finally flock to me and faithfully follow my fanciful posts, or believing that there will be throngs of disaffected webizens disappointed by my distant demeanor and my insensitive insistence on ignoring their inquiries once they've had a taste of me and my wit.

Or maybe it's not distorted, I mean... the sense of my own importance ;-)

Whatever the case may be, I've decided to man-up, grow a pair, suck it up, stop been a kitty and jump in the pool.

For now.