front matter

one week since launching outpost 420 and i've been stumped. soon after setup the existential question presented itself, and with surprising force: what the hell am i supposed to do with this thing? as i began pondering this ponderable, it occurred to me that a blog seems a polar mix between trifling frivolity and awesome responsibility. but with no audience yet cultivated and no raison d'etre yet established, i mostly spent week one on minor touch-ups and tweaks, avoiding the larger issue of what to dish out in terms of content.

but if this blog is going to survive and/or thrive, it's going to need some meat on the bones. and over the last week i found myself worrying -- with almost ridiculous intensity -- about what to say in here, and how to use this platform. should it be a political blog, a space to comment on the front-page news of the day? should it be a science blog, a venue in which to explore the cutting edge of human knowledge and discovery? should it be an artistic blog, a place to share lyrics and music and other creative endeavors from yours truly? should it be a diary, a way to convey thoughts and impressions and happenings big and small from my day-to-day existence? or should it be something else entirely?

after fretting over such questions for far too long, and with the help of some good advice from a good friend, i have come to an answer.

and it is yes.

a(nother) blog is born

hear ye, hear ye,
be it known
that on this day
i birthed this blog:

an outlet to vent
my wild-eyed rantings
a source to disclose
metaphysical ramblings
a place to digress
from a mundane reality
an outpost to check
on a world of calamity

you might care if you're there
and engage me in dialogue
and if it's just me
then i'm right in my element
this planet's a big lonely place
there's no question
if you stop by my space
then i'd love your suggestion
on everything big
from the earth to the stars
and the tiny details
from the moon on to mars

while the last thing on earth
that this universe needs
is another man's thoughts
on the nature of deeds
the second to last
and the first on man's mind
is a silent cold void
with no ending in time