dramatis personae

Bohemian. Eccentric. Parvenu.

This blog is me trepidatiously embracing the full frontal narcissism of the internet age. I’m not necessarily comfortable yet with this role, but not so uncomfortable as not to try it. Hopefully, beyond just pictures of me (and here I’m selflessly thinking of you), there will be random shots of the beauty and cool that both beguiles and bedevils me. These might afflict you similarly. If so, it’s good we’ve met.

My internal temperature is that of an artist. Luckily this condition hasn’t been quantified in the DSM IV, so for now there’s no current prescription beyond a bold Pinot Noir, which means that I’ll just go on venting in that vast tundra known as the blogosphere and hope it helps.

Having gravitated to San Francisco to come of age worries me that I’m operating in a lineage of local aberrations going back to Emperor Norton I, a fellow self-ennobled oddball who, like his distant protege here, had a thing for military uniforms.

I’ve disabled commenting on most posts because I prefer more intimate conversations.

We can have one of those here: vonspan / gmail