By Bobby Calise
I’ve always enjoyed writing in some form or another. To prove it, I have a desk plaque my mom made up when I was just six years old that reads: Bobby Calise, Artist-Writer, 1988. And while I ultimately dropped the “Artist” part—which was based on hundreds of mediocre drawings of KITT from Knight Rider, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Michael Jordan—I managed to keep up the “Writer” part up to now.
It’s a cool feeling to be able to say, “I’m a writer.” I’d imagine it’s even cooler if you actually write from time to time. I’ve managed to write hundreds of essays and term papers as a student, actively participate on my high school and college newspapers, intern at a daily newspaper for a semester, freelance a couple of articles since graduating from school, and yet, I can still feel the “Writer” on my childhood desk plaque starting to fade quickly.
This blog is an attempt to curtail that. It will make me accountable. If I have a thought, an idea, or a hypothesis I think is worth mentioning, I’ll post it. The themes I write about here won’t fit neatly into a niche that will have advertisers begging to buy ad space here. It may not be read by anyone at all. But the hope is that I will incite some response—even if that response is, “You suck”—and that whoever does stumble upon it can get something out of it before they go on with their day.
So if you have managed to find me here, welcome, and please come again.
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