So I suppose it begins like this....a tenuous stab into the electronic ether, soup...or whatever you would call it. Perhaps I need a ladle, or a soup tureen...ok ok, I'll stop with the soup bit. Its weird, kind of like standing naked in a dark room with 1 billion other people...you're exposed, but not really. I suppose that is the attraction really....to be public and private all at once...or something like that.
I'm always on the lookout for new stuff....a new stuff kind of guy. Some might call me an innovator, a man of high ideals, a man who tries to fly kites in mid-august for his three year old, even when there is no wind. I found out that my memory of being thirteen and flying a kite did not include the wind part. Back then, we had raised kite flying into some sort of extreme sport, the goal being to add enough twine so that the kite would be at the same level as low flying planes. Anyway, this idyllic picture in my mind of teaching my daughter the sheer bliss of kite flying ended up being the old man running around the baseball field dragging a kite behind me, desperately trying to generate enough wind to keep it in the air. My three year old sat on the grass, squinting in the sun, looking at her Dad quizzically....saying to herself "Why is he doing that? There's no wind!" However, she was quite gracious about it. After narrowly avoiding heat stroke, I thought it might be better to wait until the fall. I hear that there is wind and other innovative stuff come October.
