On The Other Hand

    I may have been willfully misleading as to my intentions in creating this blog, both in my description of its tone and its scope.

   I seem unwilling to break myself from an academic writing style. There is, of course, nothing wrong with this, but it does point to my level of comfort in this form of expression. Much of my life has been spent in an unquestioned and unexamined belief in the inherent superiority of this manner of imparting thought and emotion to the world.

    Embarrassingly, I have only in the very recent past come to accept that expression takes legitimate form not only in written and verbal form other than the academic style I have so admired and sought to make my own, but in many MANY Many many extra-lingual or verbal forms. Photography, sculpture, music, painting, poetry,  and many other mediums-- which I have never meaningfully explored-- I am obliged to accept these as perfectly as legitimate as any of which that I have engaged myself.

  The reconciliation of this rather basic fact has occurred largely in conjunction with (and partially caused by) my return to a pursuit of academia. My question is this: if academic language isn't to be the standard, the apex of expression, then what is it's role? Why is it important? Why am I pursuing it?

    More important for the purposes of this blog-- Why am I using it's structure to raise questions pertaining to its limits, its limitations, and its inadequacies? I think these are the questions that I will be exploring for the near future. However long that might be. For now, here is my all-to-simple postulate.

    Sometimes it's just nice to be comfortable, even if you know that it won't and shouldn't last.