I've spent the past week or so contemplating what I want to do with this little corner of the web, and haven't made much progress thus far deciding anything yet (which should not be a huge surprise to those who know me well). I've started and then walked away from a number of posts that just turned out feeling rather trite and not worth anyone's time (they were barely worth my own).
But good grief, I finally realized, why worry so much about a bloody theme? If the late twentieth century taught us anything, it pointed out that sometimes art can exist just fine and dandy when in existence for its own sake rather than always being so damned concerned about actually "saying something." Sometimes, beauty, meaning, and power can even lie hiding within things that don't initially appear to mean too much. After all, sometimes even a comic book super hero can be poignant.
Copyright 2005 S.L. Olson
