Today I was standing in line at quiki-serve restaurant with my new ipod in one ear and my cell phone on the other and it occurred to me: I am on display. This was extremely discomfiting as I was also wearing sweaty gym clothes and had streaky eye makeup. Less than an hour later I was sitting, looking much more presentable, in a local theatre production of ‘Brighton Beach Memorirs’ remembering how I, like Eugene used to sit in my room giving soliloquies to an invisible TV audience. (I was so ahead of the times on the reality show idea…if only.) These events, in addition to a long talk with a good friend and blogger, convinced me to get started for better or worse. She assures me that few people will be reading this anyway, and I am doing this more as an artistic venture and writing exercise than out of self-imposed record keeping requirement.