The Unkind Cut

A Portland teenager, Blue Kalmbach, was convicted of carving a swastika into the forehead of his former best friend.

The victims’s mother was quoted as saying, “The biggest question I have is: How can anyone do this to another human being?

Later, she told reporters her son has yet to forgive Kalmbach, who once was his best friend. “(He’s) still very angry, as I am,” she said.


I mention this because it offers a good introduction to some issues I’ve struggled with for many years. I guess it all started about 5000 years ago, when God gave this commandment to Abraham:

This is My covenant, which ye shall keep, between Me and you and thy seed after thee: every male among you shall be circumcised. And ye shall be circumcised in the flesh of your foreskin; and it shall be a token of a covenant betwixt Me and you.

[See Holy Bible – KJV, Genesis, chapter 17 verses 10-11]

I must affirm that I love God, and want to keep his commandments, but I resent this one commandment, on several levels. Why would the creator of man in His own image, the one who designed men with foreskins, command a prophet to cut them off? I’ve read all the holy scriptures (and some not-so-holy) and in them failed to find any satisfactory reasoning for circumcision.

Jewish physician Maimonides, who lived in the 12th century AD, wrote commentary on the Torah in an effort to show that every law had a practical purpose. Many religious leaders in the centuries since then, both Jewish and non-Jewish, used his reasoning for promoting the practice of routine circumcision:

The fact that circumcision weakens the faculty of sexual excitement and sometimes perhaps diminishes the pleasure is indubitable. For if at birth this member has been made to bleed and has had its covering taken away from it, it must indubitably be weakened. The Sages, may their memory be blessed, have explicitly stated: It is hard for a woman with whom an uncircumcised man has had sexual intercourse to separate from him. In my opinion this is the strongest of the reasons for circumcision.
~THE GUIDE TO THE PERPLEXED, by Moses Maimonides; translated by Shlomo Pines. (University of Chicago, 1963) Part III, Chapter 49, Page 609.

[also see Jews Against Circumcision]

Let me remind the reader, that God has never condemned sexual excitement or sexual pleasure between a husband and wife married to each other. It is merely men – with convoluted ideas about human sexuality – who obsess with depriving not only themselves of sexual pleasure, but as many other men and women as possible. Misery loves company. And circumcision has been their most effective tool to this end.

Most Jews today insist on keeping the law of circumcision, even if they ignore the dozens of other laws in the Torah. Some Orthodox Jews in New York have been in the news lately because of their circumcision ritual, in which blood is withdrawn from the baby’s foreskin by the mohel’s mouth. This has led to several cases of infants becoming infected with herpes.

With my limited understanding of God’s intentions, I can only suppose  that He was a God of blood sacrifice. Any man who submitted an animal to a priest for sacrifice was expected to have already made a more personal sacrifice; a part of his manhood.

One of the greatest things about being a Christian, is that God gave his Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ, as the greatest, and last sacrifice for mankind. Jesus declared to his followers in the Americas:

18 I am the light and the life of the world. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

19 And ye shall offer up unto me no more the shedding of blood; yea, your sacrifices and your burnt offerings shall be done away, for I will accept none of your sacrifices and your burnt offerings.

20 And ye shall offer for a sacrifice unto me a broken heart and a contrite spirit. And whoso cometh unto me with a broken heart and a contrite spirit, him will I baptize with fire and with the Holy Ghost, even as the Lamanites, because of their faith in me at the time of their conversion, were baptized with fire and with the Holy Ghost, and they knew it not.

[see Book Of Mormon, 3 Nephi, chapter 9 verses 18-20]

The first Christians were Jews, and many of them did not fully understand the implications of Christ’s sacrifice. Some clung to their old traditions, including circumcision, insisting that gentile converts must also be circumcised.

One major Christian conference following Christ’s death was about the law of circumcision. The outcome of this conference was that the apostles sent this message of instruction to the various churches:

23And they wrote letters by them after this manner; The apostles and elders and brethren send greeting unto the brethren which are of the Gentiles in Antioch and Syria and Cilicia:

24Forasmuch as we have heard, that certain which went out from us have troubled you with words, subverting your souls, saying, Ye must be circumcised, and keep the law: to whom we gave no such commandment:

25It seemed good unto us, being assembled with one accord, to send chosen men unto you with our beloved Barnabas and Paul,

26Men that have hazarded their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

27We have sent therefore Judas and Silas, who shall also tell you the same things by mouth.

28For it seemed good to the Holy Ghost, and to us, to lay upon you no greater burden than these necessary things;

29That ye abstain from meats offered to idols, and from blood, and from things strangled, and from fornication: from which if ye keep yourselves, ye shall do well. Fare ye well.

[see Holy Bible – KJV, Acts, chapter 15 verses 23-29]

In summary, the apostles, acting under the Holy Spirit, saw no need to require circumcision for any follower of Christ. Even so, there are Christians today who have the funny idea that since Christ was circumcised, everyone should be circumcised.

I would ask in a very cheeky sense here, since Christ drank wine, should not everyone drink wine? Since Christ ate fish, should not everyone eat fish? Since Christ fasted 40 days, should not everyone fast 40 days? Since Christ was beaten with a scourge, should not everyone be beaten with a scourge? Since Christ was crucified, should not everyone be crucified?

The apostle Paul discoursed on this topic rather eloquently. For example:

For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love.” [see Holy Bible – KJV, Galatians, chapter 5 verse 6]


Other people have promoted circumcision for non-religious reasons. We have heard claims that Circumcision can prevent HIV [see Time / December 24, 2007 / Circumcision Can Prevent HIV]. There were some circumcision studies in Africa which seem to support this idea. There were other studies in North America which seem to contradict the circumcision studies in Africa.

I have some experience with research, so when I hear someone claim that their research proves this or that, my skepticism engages. Even the best research studies have some built-in bias. These African circumcision doctors failed to consider, or perhaps ignored important behavioral factors in their control groups and their conclusions. I don’t know that anybody there intentionally lied about their research, but some people do lie. And some people are human, and are not competent in reading and interpreting technical results. Some researchers report only the results that support their agenda, and hide the results that do not.

I personally support Marilyn Milos’ take on this.

“Circumcision cannot prevent the spread of HIV; circumcised men contract HIV, transmit HIV, and die from AIDS. Transmission of HIV infection is caused by risky behaviors, such as multiple sex partners, failure to use condoms, and contaminated instruments or needles. Anyone who engages in high-risk behavior, whether circumcised or intact, is in danger of contracting HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases”

[see Mothering / July ° August 2008 / The Truth About Circumcision and HIV, by Gussie Fauntleroy].

John Harvey Kellogg was a respected surgeon and nutritionist who blamed several maladies on sexual activity, and especially masturbation. Here is one of his remedies.

A remedy which is almost always successful in small boys is circumcision, especially when there is any degree of phimosis. The operation should be performed by a surgeon without administering an anaesthetic, as the brief pain attending the operation will have a salutary effect upon the mind, especially if it be connected with the idea of punishment, as it may well be in some cases.

[Plain Facts For Old And Young: Embracing The Natural History And Hygiene Of Organic Life, by J. H. KELLOGG, M. D., / I. F. SEGNER, BURLINGTON, IOWA. 1887. TREATMENT FOR SELF-ABUSE AND ITS EFFECTS, page 295].

Medical professionals today disagree with this theory, that masturbation can be prevented by administering circumcision pain, whether the patient is a young boy or young man or a frisky goat. Some studies suggest that circumcised men on average, masturbate more than uncircumcised men. Changing a person’s genitalia will probably change their behavior, but not necessarily for the better.

Routine infant circumcision continues in North America, and proponents keep inventing all sorts of ridiculous reasons to support it. It has nothing to do with good health, and everything to do with appearance, and tradition, and money.

Some people argue it prevents infections, like urinary tract infections. Dr. Dean Edell, who hosted a radio program for three decades, reported that it would take about 500 routine infant circumcisions to prevent one case of a UTI. Is all that really necessary?

A friend of mine knew personally of a baby who had a problem with his foreskin, and was subsequently circumcised. She told me, “I think every boy should be circumcised.” I explained that I did not believe that being born with a foreskin was a medical problem requiring surgery, but I did concede that some babies might have a genuine medical condition that might require surgery.

This same friend had her gall bladder removed. I considered asking her if she thought everyone should have their gall bladder removed as a preventative measure. Then I realized that her opinion was emotionally motivated. You can’t argue with somebody’s emotions, even if they make absolutely no sense.

I was born in 1962, at the LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City, and there an anonymous surgeon amputated my foreskin, using a Gomko clamp. I grew up for the most part, not knowing that I had lost anything important. This began to change one day when I was standing at an outside latrine, next to my father. He was also circumcised, and he felt like I needed to know something about it. He said, “They cut the skin off the end of it. Makes it look nicer.” This wasn’t much information to go on, and I still wasn’t quite sure what it meant.

After many years of consideration, and making visual comparisons with uncircumcised men, I’ve decided that my bald rosebud (glans) doesn’t look nicer than others’ who escaped the cut. Even if we had a penis parade, and I won first prize for the nicest-looking circumcision, it wouldn’t change my mind.

My main complaint about this tradition, is that it’s child abuse at its very core. It sets aside the personal agency of the victim. In my religion, the greatest gift that God has given man, next to life itself, is the power to direct that life. Personal choice. It’s time to break the cycle of abuse, and ask ourselves…

How can anyone do this to another human being?

My wife and I watched several episodes of The Killing on Netflix [there are some adulterous scenes in this series, that made us decide it was not worth continuing]. In one memorable episode, the police apprehended a Somali man who was hiding a young girl. Upon further investigation, they learn that he was actually protecting the girl from her parents, who wanted to force upon her a ritual circumcision. The police sympathized with the girl, to the point that they let her escape along with the man who at first appeared to be her kidnapper. They even lied to their police captain about it.

Sensible people in my culture would not insist their daughter endure circumcision, for the sake of appearance; however, one bad tradition has made many of these people toss their sensibility into the garbage, along with their sons’ foreskins.

If a young man wants to have a body piercing, stick ornaments through his earlobes, have a tattoo, wear a bone through his nose, or get circumcised, that’s his personal choice. I may disagree with his judgment on these matters, and if it were my son I could refuse to pay for such things, but far be it from me to force my personal tastes upon anyone. And far be it from me to insist that someone change their body simply for the sake of appearance.

For those who are interested in making sense of this issue, and can set aside emotional bias, this NOCIRC website provides objective information about infant circumcision.

National Organization of Circumcision Information Resource Centers

For those who cannot focus on technical facts and real research, Leo Freyer has written a good analogy which I have included below.


 It’s His Piano

by Leo Freyer

Let me express my opinion in the form of an analogy. It applies to both boys and girls even though I use the male tense.

Each child is born with a special gift. A magical piano. It is not the size or shape you imagine. A very personal instrument, it is highly specialized and took a very long time to design. When played, it gives great pleasure to the owner. Besides being of a unique design, its beautiful music can only be heard by the owner… no matter who else plays it.

When starting out in life, the infant doesn’t even know he has a piano. But as he grows, he gradually becomes aware of its existence, slowly learning of its functions. He will have to experiment with it as he gets older to figure out how it works and what it can do. It will be a wonderful experience for him and he will strongly identify with his piano.

As with all such gifts, it comes with a protective cover designed to keep the keyboard in its pristine condition until the owner becomes old enough to be interested in music. He will eventually learn of the beautiful sensations his magic piano will make for him… and his partner when he learns to play duets. The cover is attached when the piano is new and the owner will gradually work it open when the time is right for him. It may take a few months or it may take several years.

Unfortunately, some adults are of the opinion that his piano wasn’t made right when he was born and it is somehow faulty. Some aren’t really sure what it is and can only generalize, saying they think it might be “better for him later” if they changed it while he is too young to remember. Before he has any say in the matter. Some don’t like its looks. Saying it “looks cuter” when it is broken. Some say it’s easier to keep clean. Some think the protective cover makes it smell musty, and that it should be “aired out”. Other adults had their own pianos broken and they want junior’s to be the same, so “they will look alike”. To some, it is a sign of faith or belonging to a group, even though the baby will make up his own mind about such things when he is old enough. Some even make a lot of money from it as a sideline (being professional piano damagers as an adjunct to their regular vocation), but will usually give some other reason to hide the fact that making a quick buck is their main objective.

There are lots of reasons given, but they all have the same end result. The little guy’s piano is altered by someone else and it will never be the same for him. Even though the adults’ justifications are extremely weak when compared to the permanent damage done, they still just have to get their hands on it and break it anyway. Even when the little guy is lucky enough to escape having his piano damaged soon after birth, he still has to run a gauntlet while growing up. During his adventures in childhood he will encounter many people that are “piano ignorant” (meaning they just don’t know the proper way to care for it – which is to only clean off the outside and then leave it alone). These “piano ignorant” people feel they have some sort of an “obligation” to fiddle with his piano. They try to force open the protective cover, feeling some need to get in there to inspect it or clean it out. They do what ever they can to make it look like an adult’s damaged piano, not realizing that little magic pianos go through a natural evolution and maturing process. They want it to operate like an adult’s piano way before it is time for it to naturally do so. The usual way a piano is damaged is to tear off the cover protecting the keyboard and to remove most of the keys, leaving him just enough to play an octave or so. It is a traumatic and painful process that leaves indelible marks which affect his behavior, some of which aren’t recognized until he is much older. However, when he does get older he will still be able to play music. But he will have to struggle along in his one octave, never being able to experience the full expressive range of music his piano was supposed to provide for him. He may have to play at it harder to get much music from it and it will probably wear out faster without its protective cover.

Since his piano was damaged before he was aware of its intended purpose and capabilities he will have to grow up satisfied with what little music he can make, thinking that is all there is… or was supposed to be. It is no longer in perfect shape the way it was when he was born with it. He will be stuck with his damaged piano, because that’s all he has left. He can only experience what he has left. He may never realize what he was intended to have.

If he does eventually realize that someone else decided to break his piano for him before he could experience its magic, he may become sad or angry. He may become resentful that someone deprived him of his opportunity to enjoy the very personal experiences his piano could have provided him for all of his life.

So when someone wants to damage a little boy’s piano, and you can make the difference in whether it will be or won’t be damaged, here’s my advice.

It’s HIS piano. Leave it alone!

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
~Horace Mann (1796-1859, American educator)

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Eyeglasses – Living With It

At the tender age of 11, my eyes were checked by an ophthalmologist, and found deficient. He had exactly three different eyeglass frames to offer, nylon frames. I picked the frame I’m wearing in this photo; my first pair of eyeglasses.

At my school – a convoluted social club where personal appearance was far more important than functionality – I became a ‘nerd’. It was not cool to be a nerd, in those days. I detested the eyeglasses, but had to learn to wear them, protect them, clean them. Every day. There was no respite.

When my school teachers told (not invited) all the boys to play soccer, the soccer ball was kicked into my face, which broke my eyeglass frame. My father taped the break together, and for many weeks I sported eyeglasses with tape on the frame.

While still a teenager, I purchased the book, Better Eyesight Without Glasses, by William H. Bates, with the hope that it would help my eyes. I did various eye exercises over several weeks, with no improvement in my eyesight.

A certain girl I once knew, a love interest, suggested that I could improve my looks with contact lenses. I decided to try it, and wore contact lenses while shopping, at church, at movies, dances. But I could not completely get away from eyeglasses. It seems that most of the jobs I had required the use of safety glasses. Contact lenses could not protect my eyes from flying glass, wires, or other projectiles.

There was a time when I paid a large sum of money to participate in a program called “Precise Corneal Molding”. The idea was to wear hard contact lenses, day and night, to gently reshape my corneas. No surgery involved. I wore the special lenses as prescribed, and my vision did improve. After about 16 hours, I’d take the contact lenses out for a rest, and my vision was near perfect for a few hours.  There were caveats with this treatment. My corneas would always tend to revert to their habitual myopic curvature; the hard lenses abraded and desensitized my eyelids; my eyes would itch so badly during pollen season, that I had to remove the lenses; keeping the lenses clean and disinfected was more difficult than I could have imagined; when I lost or broke a lens, they were expensive to replace.

I was in a hurry to go somewhere one morning, when I had not been wearing the lenses. My vision was poor, so I put the lenses in, only to find that one eye was stinging; the contact lens was not properly disinfected. With impaired vision, I ran a red traffic light, and destroyed my truck. After that experience, I was finished with Precise Corneal Molding.

For a short time while I lived in Memphis, I knew an eye surgeon, who was in training to perform RK surgery. He suggested that I try the surgery, but I didn’t feel right about it.

In 2002, I purchased the See Clearly Method, which offered me some hope for vision improvement, but it was a disappointment – just as the Bates Method had been.

Times have changed, since I was a boy. It has become fashionable to wear eyeglasses. There are girls with perfect eyes, who choose to wear eyeglasses as a type of jewelry. I have learned to live with eyeglasses, where necessary. But the stigma (and the astigmatism) still annoys me, in some ways.

Two of my sisters have had LASIK surgery to correct their vision, and both are pleased with the results. I’m suffering from an acute case of pessimism.

Sometimes, at my leisure, I will wear contact lenses, and wish the sense of freedom from eyeglasses could last forever.

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Successful Diets

Last week, I took a drive to my old hometown, Emigrant, where I happened to visit an old friend, one I had not seen in over two years. The first thing he said was a remark about my protruding belly. “Are you carrying a baby in there?”

A woman standing by responded on my behalf, “That’s what happens when you get married!”

“Yeah”, I agreed. “That’s what happens when you get married.”

But that’s obviously not true for everyone, and my experience in Emigrant gave me impetus to review some of my perceptions on dieting.

That friend in Emigrant has been married over 30 years, and both he and his wife are thin, active, and healthy. Another friend in Livingston has 6 children, the youngest still a toddler. She seems to have a thin disposition. She and her husband sometimes eat unhealthy snacks to be sure, but I think their “thin-ness” has something to do with their habit of always choosing small portions.

Dieting  is a scary word for some people. It never scared me; as a young man, my diet was whatever I liked to eat. My father was thin and emaciated for many years, after having major cancer surgery. He had trouble gaining any weight. No, it wasn’t in his genes. One of his sisters, and one of his brothers were both obese.

At the age of 19, I was with my mother visiting a Mr. Mac clothing store in Utah, getting measured for a suit. It was a ritual experienced by hundreds of prospective LDS missionaries every year. Mac’s brother was there, offering us suggestions. He ordered the waistline of my new pants to be a bit larger than the actual measurement, 32 inches, saying that most missionaries tend to gain weight on their mission. All my casual pants were a 32 waist, but my new suit pants turned out to be something like a 33 waist. They were a bit loose, so I had to wear a belt to keep them from slipping down.

I did not gain a pound during my missionary experience in New York. And that’s not for lack of trying. Some of my cherished memories from New York are Sunday dinners with the Lugo family. Sister Lugo set a table of food before us, the variety of which always amazed me. After I had tried a little of everything on the table, Sister Lugo followed up with ice cream. When I protested that I was too full, she told me to eat it slowly, and it would slip down easily.

One of my earliest food addictions was for New York pizza and calzone. Most of my lunches during my mission were simple, like a bagel and a bottle of soda. But once in a while, if we happened upon a new pizzeria, we had to try it. I remember ordering a large pizza at a certain place, because they did not offer individual slices for lunch. That pizza could have satisfied at least 4 hungry missionaries, but just the two of us finished it up. And we did not discard the hard crusts. The server remarked that he had never seen just two ordinary guys devour a whole pizza like that.

If it’s hard to imagine why I did not gain weight after eating enormous amounts of bread, cheese, and ice cream, perhaps I should tell the rest of the story. I rode a bicycle several miles a day, then walked a couple more, doing door-to-door contacting, or “tracting”. That exercise certainly affected my metabolism.

After I moved to Memphis in 1992, my diet changed. I gave up cheese, but replaced it with new indulgences. One month I had nothing for dinner except root beer floats. That’s when I noticed I had gathered some belly fat, or a “spare tire”. I developed a taste for pork barbecue, or BBQ, and key lime pie. I stopped bicycle riding, and my metabolism seemed to change.

I started to have some body image issues, but was in denial. When I was visiting a tuxedo shop to get measured for a tuxedo, the tailor learned from his measuring tape that I needed a 34-inch waist. I argued with him, saying that must be wrong. I had never worn pants that large, and my 32-inch pants all seemed to fit me just fine. He graciously ordered a 32-inch pants to placate me. And when it actually came time to wear the pants, I could not fit into them. I had to place a rush order on larger pants in order to make my sister’s wedding reception.

In 2008 I was a truck driver, and I wasn’t happy with my health. I was having panic attacks, symptoms of sleep apnea, and felt intuitively that something needed to change. I had given up most dairy products, but that wasn’t enough. I knew that high fructose corn syrup, hydrogenated vegetable oil, and monosodium glutamate were the top three poisons of western civilization, but that was not the source of my problem.

If you read a couple summaries of any famous diet plan, someone will have bad things to say about it. How could I decide which diet plan was best? Maybe the exact diet was not so important as getting off the path I was on.

In Kevin Trudeau’s first book on natural cures, he suggested following a diet developed by Jeff McCombs, known as the Lifeforce Plan (not to be confused with the book by author Michelle Schoffro Cook). The main focus of this diet was to kill-off most if not all candida living inside a body. That idea intrigued me.

The food part of the diet is simple in theory. Aside from the prescribed daily supplements, you may drink only water, and eat only meat, whole fruits, and whole vegetables. Dairy, grains, legumes, sugars, vinegar, and oils are not allowed.

I thought this out very carefully before starting the plan. Whenever I went into a truck stop or restaurant, I would be tempted by cravings for chocolate, pancakes, donuts, sausages, hamburgers, fries, corn dogs, nuts, popcorn, tacos. I had obtained many buckets of dry food storage, over the years. Wheat, rice, beans, honey. Preparing for hard times was almost like the fourteenth article of faith. Could I give up those things for the rest of my life? Probably not, but I could certainly abstain for three months.

Giving up foods I enjoyed was brutal for those three months, but finding the right foods to eat was also a challenge. I learned that almost any place that sold food had bananas, so sometimes I had nothing for dinner but a banana. Was that tough? Sure it was. But there’s more.

I had to sit in a sauna three times a week. Living on a truck is in some ways similar to being in jail. You have to go where you’re told, when you’re told to go there, and leave when your time is done. You cannot usually go to a health spa or club to enjoy a sauna.

I made my own sauna in the cab of my truck. This stunt was only practical during the summer, on clear days. Whenever possible, I would park with the windshield facing the sun, spread a couple towels on the seat, and close the windows and sleeper berth curtain. The sun would heat up the cab to a temperature that made me sweat all over by the end of my 30-minute session. And I had to drink plenty of water.

After 3 months of following the Lifeforce Plan, I had lost the flab around my waist. My pants were extremely loose, and I felt good. It was a time of awakening. I proved to myself that I could lose body fat without strenuous exercise, without drinking nasty concoctions, and without making myself sick.

So what has happened to me in recent years? I weigh more now than I ever have in my life, but my wife insists I am not fat. She is insistent that we eat balanced meals. We’ve had some light-hearted disagreements over this idea. In a gift shop we recently visited, there was a plaque with this saying:

A balanced meal is a cookie in each hand.

I’ve thought a lot about this topic, and come up with some observations on fit people. You might call this, “7 Habits Of Highly Fit People“. I did not invent these ideas. I have only tested them.

1- These people do not eat when they are not hungry.

2- These people do not eat foods they don’t care for just to please others.

3- These people eat mostly raw, fresh fruits and vegetables.

4- These people do not eat close to bedtime.

5- These people drink pure water, first thing in the morning, and plenty of it during the day.

6- These people move their whole body daily, enough to cause perspiration.

7- These people use small treats to reward themselves on some occasions.

How can I get back into writing.

It was the 8th of February 2013. I had just married for the first time in my life. My three older sisters were already grandmothers. Even though the marriage contract was official, I felt like the traditional Mormon marriage experience had already escaped me, along with the real estate property I wanted in Sweet Grass County, my Honda CRX that crashed into an animal in Paradise Valley, and the treasured oak furniture I had spent several years collecting.

I wrote about my marriage day in a bound paper diary, much as I did all the major courting experiences in my life prior to that day, until the ink from the pen began to run out, and my writing on the page got fainter and fainter. That was over a year ago, and I’ve never added  anything more to that diary.

If someone would ask me why I neglected the diary, or journaling in general, I might reply that this marriage was very demanding on my time. My wife has special needs that require time and effort most people cannot imagine. So writing about trivial things has not been a priority.

There has always been some creative energy that seems to bubble up in my personality once in a while, seeking some outlet … piano music, flute music, emails, website updates,  cooking, gardening, hiking, biking … these were my hobbies which were easy to indulge before I became a married man.

This experiment is as much about learning some new technology, as it is personal expression. I have lots to say, but it seems nobody really wants to hear. Maybe it can wait, hiding in some generic web server, on artificial “pages” like this one, until the time is right.