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I would be glad to know which is worst: to be ravished a hundred time by pirates, to have one buttock cut off, to run the gauntlet among the Bulgarians, to be whipped and hanged at an auto-da-fe, to be dissected, to be chained to an oar in a galley; and, in short, to experience all the miseries through which every one of us hath passed, or to remain here doing nothing?

-- Voltaire, Candide

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Just don't call it a 'blog'.

I'm sorry. I can't use that word. I just think it sounds silly. That same feeling kept me from reading the marvellous "World According to Garp" for so long too, but I can't help it.

I'm indebted Mena & Benjamin Trott, who wrote the brilliant movable type software, which is what I use to run the site. But while I may be a reflection of the deep-seated need to communicate endemic in our post-structuralist blah blah blah, I'm not a 'blogger'.

And finally, there's the simple fact that I don't want to be associated with the self-absorbed, typo-ridden content-free schlock out there that goes by the name of 'blog'. I may be self-absorbed, but I at least can spell. A promise: you will never see "the current song I'm listening to" or graphical emoticons on this site. Bread and circuses, folks. Bread and circuses.

This site has two goals. One is to communicate with my friends, family and acquaintances all the interesting things I run across, and to make it easy for me to have a larger circle of friends while keeping my actual conversations with my friends above the level of the quotidian. The other is to provide a forum for me that allows me to practice and publish my writing, photography, and opinions. Also, it's one place I can put punctuation where it belongs, namely outside quotes and parens, without being harassed.

Secondarily, it will give me a means of persistently recording my impressions, especially as I travel. What it is not, however, is a journal.

You might find it interesting if a) you know me b) you like some of the same things I do c) you like my writing style. Beyond that, I'm not making any promises.

Credit where it's due: the title, "Bite the hand that bores you!", is not mine. It's scratched into a sidewalk on 18th street that I walk over almost every day.

me.

I grew up in northern Michigan and attended Kalamazoo College, a snobby liberal arts college in southern Michigan. I've worked in print media, education, software development, and I've written a couple of books. I like to hack in Objective C and Smalltalk and haven't much lately. That's all in the resume, though.


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I currently live in glorious but sheepish and humbled post-bubble San Francisco.

If I were a candidate on Jeopardy!, my ideal categories would be:

Yes, like everyone in San Francisco, I've been to Burning Man. I also mock the bridge-and-tunnel set in a desperate attempt to justify my exorbitant rent, and all sorts of other doubtless typical San Franciscan things.

You can if you wish mail me at joshua [at] nowhereville.org.