Tozerboy

The blog is a week old now and I’m pretty happy with it. The feedback from friends has been positive, well mostly.Dar said, “Fabulous. I’m so glad — you’re a great writer and an interesting thinker and you should use those talents. Others should enjoy them. Arcs and circles indeed. But how can you be so vulnerable? How do you dare? It’s the right thing, but so damn hard. I am humbled.” That’s quite a compliment coming from her. She is a great writer and editor. I am the one that should be humbled. After everything I’ve put her through, it is great to have her support.

Bro has been quiet. I’m not sure if he’s read any of it or not. He’s very down on the Net since his very personal experience in the Dot-Com Crash. I can’t say that I blame him, I just hope the experience hasn’t turned him into a Luddite. What am I thinking, he’s too attached to his Nano. Since he, like Dar is a writer, I have to wonder what he thinks.

Ara has seen it too, but no feedback. Of course I dropped a huge emotional bomb on her today, so she has a lot of personal debris to get out of the way. She wasn’t very surprised by my revelation. I think she was just disappointed that I didn’t come clean sooner.

Steph, Jeremiah and Arthur have been wonderfully supportive. I couldn’t ask for more. Of course that is no surprise and I guess in some way I have chosen them to help hold my hand as I start this adventure. I had dinner at their place last night and it was amazing. They have such passion and promise. They seemed so excited to have me over, I feel like I have them fooled and I don’t deserve the attention. I was drunk with energy when I left there last night. I feel like a vampire sometimes when I’m with them. I have to be careful not to abuse the relationship and I hope I repay them in some way.

The great thing about going back to school is that I have discovered that I can learn a lot from young people. I have had to reconsider all of my assumptions about life. I’ve been accused of being puerile. Perhaps it is my last waltz of youth before I slouch into the comfortable chair of my emeritus years. I know some think I’m foolish, but I think I should rage, rage against the dying of the light. No one has called me a pitiful old fool, yet. I’ll keep you updated though.