It is rather intimidating to start a blog. I directly imagine the generations to come, what I will leave to prosperity, what my family would think if they look through it… all the necessary obstacles that make me want to get back into bed and continue reading “Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter” by Mario Vargas Llosa, my assigned book for the Latin American Literature course I am taking.
However, the little megalomaniac in me perseveres. I just finished watching “Julie and Julia” and realized that I absolutely have to start my own blog… I also realized that it will not be related to cooking.
I just finished eating my usual post-midnight snack, Cadbury – Dairy Milk (whole nut, of course) and 7up… quite a ritualistic habit I’ve developed and am most likely to keep – when I decided that there shall be a blog! I have watched too many movies, read too many books, listened to too many songs and written too little… it is indeed time for a blog.
The next step is obviously much harder. What will my blog be about? I am from Beirut, Lebanon, but will not be writing about politics… is it due to a complete and sincere utter lack of interest in and not to mention lack of knowledge about the subject matter? Yes. Is it because, as Lebanese people, we are taught that someday, somehow, the government has a way of finding out what you’ve said about it? Yes.
Will it be about my struggle to get a BA in English Literature plus a teaching diploma from Haigazian, a tiny Armenian American university (mind you, I’m neither American nor Armenian)? Probably not.
Will I be doing a post-colonial reading of my own writing? How is it that a french educated Lebanese person decides to write in English? Let’s not go there.
Will I be talking about my daily taxi (which we here call “service”, and can have more than one occupant at a time, each going to a different destination) rides on the way to and back from university and suddenly decide to quote Mark Twain and declare that these are the best of times, these are the worst of times? Sadly, yes.
Will I admit that I believe that answers to most of life’s questions lie in Dr Seuss books (and sometimes in the complete series of “Sex and the City”)? Again… sadly, yes.
In any case… I haven’t made up my mind yet.