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You're probably wondering why I'm gathered here...

At one public speaking engagement, years ago, I dropped my speaker notes, clambered up to the podium and was forced to shuffle and reorder my materials while the audience waited.  Somewhere in the process I also managed to "dismount" my glasses, and when I finally looked up to speak, through cock-eyed spectacles, I spoke the above words, "You're probably wondering why I'm gathered here."  All was forgiven.  I'm hoping this trick works again.

As an antidote to the Stuart Smalley camp, try looking in the mirror sometime and repeat these words; "It's all about ME."  (For added effect, try arching an eyebrow on the very last word.) 

I did this once as a gag.  It worked: I gagged.  Yet, there is something vaguely empowering about the experience, something almost elusive.  Why build a web site visible to the entire population and include several pages devoted to information concerning yourself?  Does this not seem rather, uh, well, self-congratulatory?  Self-serving?  Self-important? 

Ohhhh Yes.  Undoubtedly.  After all, who cares?  I can barely type for all the yawning, in fact.  So why this page?  I have no concise explanation, but can offer a few possibilities: 

bulletFor some reason, everyone believes they can (and should) write a book
bulletThe web serves as an outlet (which often rhymes with "toilet") for this belief
bulletThis place, the web, resonates
bulletMy words can also, if only by association, resonate
bulletThat whole "message in a bottle" thing
bulletI've never been able to shake the feeling that I'm only talking to myself
bulletWhy should this be any different
bulletI just love bullets
bulletThey give the illusion of orderly thinking

But, I digress...

Most importantly, the power kick:  My Web, My Rules.  Here I am King, Creator, Warrior-Priest and Bard Laureate.  Captain Infinity!  Okay, I'll stop now... (There's also the possibility that I'm rather fond of the sound of my own voice: I'm not talking to myself, I'm whispering sweet nothings into my own ears...  sort of an exercise in self-love.) 

Finally, if nothing else justifies a self page, there is this thought, no doubt poorly paraphrased: "the artist is forever and always painting only one thing: a self-portrait."

You'll notice how ingeniously I've painted myself to be an artist by the above quote.  Cheap trick, don't be fooled.  You'll also notice, if you've gotten this far, I've completely failed to talk about myself.  I do this a lot.  I'm not being coy, I'm being demure.  However, if you remain undissuaded, click here to find out more about me.   

 

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