Tiger Woods got attacked by a hot dog yesterday. It could have been me or you. Someone needs to do something about this.

Unfortunately, our choices are limited:
Congress
Me (and I decline)
You
God

If you don't believe in God, or for some reason thinks that He doesn't care about hot dog attacks, then you have no choice but to do something about this dire situation yourself. Unless you like it this way.

Think deeply upon this koan, grasshopper.

You don't know me.

First things first. If you know me personally, you don't know me. You only know a physical version of me that happens to exist in your world. That's ok, because I don't know you either.

Now that this is settled, I'll tell you what this blog consists of: It will be one of my public faces online, the most honest face I can manage at this time. You can find others at my facebook page and elsewhere. 

However, I usually keep a low profile. What better place for keeping one than right out in front of all, hidden in the ocean that is the internet?

You can begin to understand me a little bit more now.