Starting Out

I won’t explain the title of this blog except to say that the phrase was a gift that over time grew on me. It cried out to be used. It will not reflect the content as far as I can tell. Nor do I have any preset notion at this time about the content of this blog. Ruminations, rantings, notifications of interesting things I run across, bizarre occurrences and other what have yous. And of course the typical asides on music, films, books. Stay tuned.

Actually do have one amusing little passage I ran across in a short story by J.A. Konrath.

“My left eye had complete closed, and the surrounding tissue bulged out like a peach. Purple bruising competed with angry red swelling along my cheeks and forehead. My nose was a gob of strawberry jelly, and blood had crusted black along my lips and down my neck.
It looked like Jackson Pollock had kicked my ass.”

He’s a noir type with more than a few lines like this. I am now hunting down the novels.