Well, as you can tell from my irresponsible absenteeism, I've been away from the blog, cheating my loyal reader (and any future biographers) of my private, publicized thoughts. Very sorry. Cyberland is hard to maintain.
Recently, when I saw J.J. Abrams's outta-sight film Star Trek, I began thinking about storytellers' interest in juvenescence and origins. From Adam and Eve to NYC Prep, we peeps love to know how youth gives way to adulthood, innocence to experience. Time stretches out so pleasantly with potential when you're a wee babe. And what storyteller wouldn't want to cash in on all of that delicious opportunity?
So what's my point? I'm not quite sure I have one. But in these uncertain times, when even President Obama's ray of hope barely lights the darkness of my employment-challenged soul, I find myself thinking about my own origin story: How'd I get here? Where will I head next? How many times will the narrator of my biopic get to say, "This is when it all began"?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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