Yep, I admit it, in some ways, I’m a luddite. I don’t own a cell phone. I don’t want one. No TV, either. Gasp.
Before you write me off as a lost subscriber to the Stone Age Times, let me assure you that yes, I own a computer and I’m as addicted to email as the best, or perhaps worst, of them. I’m an inveterate scribbler, sometimes in random (paper) journals I carry with me at almost all times, more often in lengthy e-missives describing my absolutely fascinating life in gritty and hilarious detail.
As a musician, and a mostly folk musician at that, I tend to go for the earthy crunchy acoustic stuff, played on instruments made of wood, whose only required wires are tightly wound strings. (I do have a very nice pickup in my octave mandolin, and in the absence of a lovely old upright piano, I have been known to settle for an electronic keyboard.)
Fear not, I’m not a total dinosaur. In between music-magazine gigs, I’ve put in my time editing and writing for several tech publications. I’ve attended the trade shows, schmoozed with the geeks, waded knee-deep in products that would revolutionize the industry.
I’ve written only one, or perhaps two blog posts before, in a not particularly intuitive civic-sponsored system to which I do not feel compelled to return.
But really, I’ve been blogging all my life, I just didn’t know it.
So here I am, your newly appointed managing editor, poised to polish podcasters’ prose and buff bloggers’ briefs, reaching ever further for outrageous alliteration, ready to serve up tasty text for your eager consumption.
In the coming weeks I will no doubt be acquiring an iPod, and perhaps I will relent and buy a cell phone, too. But a TV? Last century’s technology as far as I’m concerned.
Meanwhile I will be learning all I can about the blog beat. Please be nice to me.
