Editor's Note - How This Works and Why: A Foray into Introductions

I love titles*. This particular title makes me feel particularly proud in a particular sort of particularity. It's not the usual hokey stuff that accompanies most of my ambiguous crap. Rather, it is, for a change, understandable, and perhaps paradigm-setting. At the very least, it can't be misconstrued as a carpentry cookbook this time.

Anyhow, dear reader, you likely are now wondering what unearthly creature possessed you to start reading a blog that as of yet has not delivered anything that could be considered entertaining or provoking. Well, that's the problem with introductory notes. I can't just start randomly launching into my ergonomic tirades against sugarless confections and expect any sort of immediate recognition. I need to explain, first, how this will work.

This will not be one person writing here. A large ensemble of writers representing various opinions, perspectives, subjects, and shoe sizes will be contributing consistent columns that will be labeled accordingly. For instance, I, your humble Super Jibbler, will be commenting on the finer points of isolation (detailed explication forthcoming in following posts), as well as editing the general layout. Our Asian correspondent, Mr. Roboto, will be giving the deliciously sardonic Asian perspective in his column, "Herro from Japan!". And many more columns will follow. All will be constantly updated. One person can keep track of one, or try to keep up with it all. The point is, there will be no dearth of content for even the most obsessive followers. If a reader finds this overwhelming, no worries. There's always time to waste by skimming through what will hopefully a very full collection of archives.

Now this isn't the usual personal homepage bullshit. God, how that irks me. E.g. "Look at my life, this is what I think, I love goldfish". That may have it's function in society, but making me retch is not the most productive function for any website.

Nor is this going to be an extremely esoteric or academic website. That would require diligence, intelligence, and deliberation, all of which are severely lacking in this blogger. While we will have columns written by those who are extremely gifted and detailed, the accountability will have to lie within the reader's interest. That is, anything written by any contributor will have to be taken into whatever-sized mound of salt a given reader chooses to carry with him/her. We will not censor for language or content, so any article written here will be unfiltered and unrepentently defended for expression. If you are easily offended by this sort of coarse approach to contributorial collaboration, then I sympathize, but you're gonna have to take it outside. In the words of John Stuart Mill, "individual expression is rough, sordid, and yet enlightening, so suck it."

And yet nor will this be some run-of-the-mill human interest page. Though no information presented here can be strictly taken as verifiable, we expect that it will be nevertheless useful. Consider it sort of like a collection of unedited op-ed or society articles in your local newsrag. Or
newsrock. I certainly wouldn't want to discriminate against the third world cul-de-sac drivel, now, would I?

If anyone reading this wants to contribute, simply e-mail the editor at bestsodaever@gmail.com.

And now, to reward you all for reading this boring garbage, I present the first in a provocative series of abstract essays by our arts columnist, Mantonio Boloney Forte. Enjoy:

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*For the record, for those of you who are dyslexic like my good colleague Eric, I do indeed love titties, but that is neither here nor there.