Howl: Introduction

Ten years ago this past June, I was eighteen years old and graduating high school. My English teacher, Mr. Schneider, gave me a copy of Alan Ginsberg's poem "Howl." Within, he wrote a personal message inspiring me to find my own "howl." Yesterday, I turned twenty-nine. Over ten years have passed since that day.

I found a that book while looking through some things in our hall closet. I thought about Schneider, and I thought about what he wrote.

To this day, I'm not sure what he meant, nor mad I sure if I have a "howl" to speak of. And it made me sad.

Now, I tend to get sad around my birthday as it is. Since meeting Amy this has lessoned, but it still stings a bit each year. Therefore, I decided I had to do something to alleviate my moroseness.

I decided the answer would be an experiment. I need to blog more; this goes without saying. My writing is not what it used to be, and I could use the practice. I also wanted to explore Ginsberg's classic poem, Ginsberg himself and try to figure out what Schneider was trying to tell me.

By the time I'm done, I also hope to determine what I think my "howl" is, and if I've found it.

I have all kinds of new toys on my Mac thanks to MacHeist and their crazy bundles. I also intend to spend more time with the Mac Mini on my desk rather than feeing me crap on my TV. Perhaps we'll all learn something.

Come on a journey with me, friends.