21st Century Descent

As I write my first post, I can't help but think that my descent into the 21st century is all but complete. Never the first to jump on any of the technological bandwagons, but always eventually coming around, here I find myself today, having just clicked "Apply Now" to the generic background of my Web Log. I've gained a forum for creativity and lost a bit of my soul thanks to Google. They now technically own 45.8% of my soul (Blogger, Google Reader, GMail, GoogleTalk, GoogleDocs, and YouTube). It would have been an even 50%, had Google Buzz not been such a bust. Oh, damn. Google Maps. I forgot Google Maps. They own 47.9% of my soul.

With the pieces left of my salvaged soul that the internet gods have afforded me, I decided I needed an outlet of some kind. I'm not too creative. I can't play music. I can "play" Buckley/Cohen's "Hallelujah" on the guitar, but it's really only impressive if the audience is drunk, tricked into thinking that my fingers move with more fluidity than they actually do. But I'm completely okay being the non-musical minority in Music City, USA. I'll just come to shows, listen, and not judge you musicians as harshly as your musical counterparts might. Be thankful for my musically-talentless existence!

Let's cut to the chase. Do I think anyone is going to read this? No. My parents might (I hear Colleen's computer skills have been excelling at breakneck speeds). A couple friends might. That will probably be it. I definitely won't be showing off this little dog-and-pony show until I at least get it looking decent. And by looking decent, I mean littering with pictures of food that I've been taking lately. Finally, I come to the whole point of this Web Log. Food.

I love food. I love to eat. It is probably my favorite thing to do. I've always loved watching Food Network, and would sit in front of the TV for hours (I wish I could write 'minutes' to save some dignity, but that would be a lie, and it just doesn't sound as good...Either way, I blame Rachael Ray) and watch Food Network, without ever actually cooking. However, within the past year or year and a half, I started testing my skills out in the kitchen. It hasn't always been pretty. Probably 25% of the time things don't turn out quite as I expect. But I'm learning. And trying new things. And absolutely falling in love with everything about food. The ingredients, the smells, the knives, the pots and pans. Everything.

And so here I am. Cooking, learning, writing, and living. And Google-ing.