Ignore the last post. It's a rather poor piece of writing. I'm leaving it up because I like the sentiment and the prose, but it's haphazard and not at all thought-out. In fact, it was mostly just an excuse to write about the purchases I made at the warehouse sale. So, please, discount it.

That segues nicely into my next point. I'm trying (desperately trying) not to let this become a fashion blog. Not because I dislike fashion blogs (in fact, some are quite good and I read them regularly), but because it would be a disservice to myself and to fashion blogs. I don't have the means to shop everyday, all the time. I don't run in the most fashionable circles, and I don't know those in the know. Also, I eat. Therefore, this can't be a fashion blog.

It's also not going to be an apologia. I mean, there are certain to be apologias and apologies within the blog, but it's not an excusal or a rationalization of anything that I may do.

Third, I just want to be able to write. Judge me at will, but this is as much for me as it is for my friends. I needed a way for my friends and me to keep tabs on myself. So while I certainly encourage feedback, thoughts, whatever, make it sincere, as I'm trying to be sincere.

Anyway. Down to business. In order to stay in the habit of writing ... or blogging ... I'm going to update with frequent, sometimes unimportant posts. Today's topic will be Julie & Julia.

It was a good film, a cute film, a feel-good love story. But if I were here to critique the film, I'd say things other than "it was a good film." It more or less served as a magnifying glass. I can't say that I'm a true blogger. I have two posts prior to this. But I want to be one, and Julie Powell is one, and I'm interested to see what occurs for me further down the blog-gle brick road.

In the movie, Julie documents a year in her life, using the motif of attempting (and succeeding) to cook all of the first volume of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year. Along the way, she finds that success within the blogosphere (yuck, what a horrible word) creates problems within her relationships. And being that this is a way to maintain oft-neglected relationships, it made me wonder. Is what I'm doing selfish? Obviously yes, if you go by what I say above.

But is it so bad to be selfish? This idea has come up in so many discussions over the past year and the answer I always come away with is a stentorian, forceful "NO!" And I'm inclined to agree. I think to fully realize and understand one's self, one needs to fully inhabit and explore themself. And that, I think, is a selfish thing. It's not necessarily putting yourself first, but it is seeing the importance in yourself.

I really don't know what else to put down for the time being, but rest assured that I'll return to this idea time and titme and time again.