The Procrastination

I knew this would happen.

I had all of these glorious visions of a daily blog with active commentary and an exponentially growing number of readers.  A blog that would not only serve to send word of my travails back home, but would also serve as a place to discuss the issues of the day.  This blog would take right off...friends would tell family, family would tell coworkers, coworkers would tell their neighbors, and the neighbors would realize that they just happen to be an editor at the New York Times and that this guy Shawn is brilliant.  And then I would get paid.

But instead of cashing in on my dream job, I sit here with 4 posts (3 legit posts...scratch that, 2 legit posts [syllabus doesn't count]) to show for one month of cultural immersion.  And I could spend the next 500 words making every excuse under the sun as to why this is the case (and they'd be damn good ones), but we all know the real reason.  And I think it can be found somewhere in The Book of Shawn, Chapter 13: How to Write your Senior Thesis in 3 days.

So instead I'll take the high road and do what I always do when I screw up.  I'll pull every b-s tactic in the book (of Shawn) to make the mess I've created look way better than it really is.  In this instance that involves throwing this post up there to artificially inflate the post count without ever really saying anything substantive.  In other instances it has involved cleaning the house so spotlessly after a parents-less rager that Doreen (the mother) knew something was up.  Sorry Doreen.

But before I move on to something more pertinent, let me thank Ehoov, Linde, and Dr. Andrew, for living up to the readers end of the bargain and basically telling me to get my act together with this blog.  Without your efforts I probably would not be sitting here right now filling space.  A special thanks to Dr. Andrew- now that we have a real adult perusing this thing I may have to up the quality a bit.  But then again...