do blogs require formal introductions?

hopefully they do, as it seems like an alright place to start:


a wise friend told me that if i'd like to find myself gainfully employed in the media world, or if i at least wish to land a decent internship, then keeping my own blog is an almost necessary point of reference. of course, this leads to an hour-long discussion on why i could never keep a blog. vanity, superficiality, narcissism---these are some of the things i frown on most! i could never become one of those head-up-my-ass hipsters who feel somehow compelled to provide constant status updates on their posh, urban lifestyles and cocaine habits to an alien community of equally "fabulous" twenty-somethings. either this, or my day-to-day existence is just so dreary and monotonous that people would rather take a bullet to the brain than struggle vicariously through my shitty, shitty life.

clearly, something about my own initiation into the blogosphere is just repulsive to me. but my wise friend's request certainly holds some validity. you see, i don't care to publish in local journals or newspapers (and most especially not my school's newspaper), and--to be sincere--i lack both the connections and the confidence to seek publication in something more renowned or competitive. For the present, it looks like i will bite the bullet, roll up my sleeves and pray to god i don't turn into an asshole.

so, in keeping with the whole "not losing my head in the depths of my ass" promise, i'll refrain from telling you (the reader) too much about myself. now, for the introduction...

my name is ryan whitecar. from birth, i'm one-half brooklyn-jew (mom), one-half utah mormon (dad), leaving me without context or connection almost anywhere i go. i'm a military brat, and as such i grew up struggling to make and re-make friends every three years for as long as i can remember. such habits are hard to break, and in turn i find my life constantly upended, evidenced by the fact that my belongings almost never leave boxes and suitcases. i graduated from high school in north carolina, and as such i tell others that's "where i grew up." though i currently reside in indianapolis (temporary basis, i work abroad every summer), i call utah home because that's where my friends are. incidentally, it's also where i'm at school studying communications and philosophy.

you should also know that i like rock ‘n’ roll music, and almost exclusively the type that requires the phrase in its entirety.

now, before you vomit, let me reassure you that such admiration is intelligent and refined; its like love in movies---clark gable and carole lombard, humphrey bogart and ingrid bergman. it ain't no whiskey-ridden and eventually regretted one night stand. i love it with every ounce of my soul, every fiber of my being. i just wanna be with it. i’d raise its fucking children. christ, i even love it enough to keep blog about it.

so, today i start my music [etc.] blog using public wifi in a big k-mart parking lot somewhere near anderson, indiana. soon i will have my own internet connection and will be posting regularly.

until then...

electric wind
footsteps stamping
through the citadel of your soul
rock 'n roll children born
to dance to the beat of your heart
and die to the rhythm of the universe