It took a while to get to the blogosphere -perhaps because of years treating it as the place on the wrong side of the tracks followed by a few years of wrong turns, diversions, and meanders- but I finally made it.

What, you ask, makes my musings so particularly sharable at this time? What value can I add to this thick and clouded world of blog? I guess like much of the purpose behind social media, I am doing this for myself. Selfish as it may seem, I want to express, create, and share. So sue me.

I am DJ Esso and Seth Obed, Esquire. Admittedly, Tiesto and Atticus Finch I am not. But then again, Tiesto was never Atticus Finch nor Atticus Tiesto. I suppose "Esso the Esquire" represents a return to the renaissance, not having a a singular identity but a way of living with a mix of joie de vivre, studied reflection, and an interest in the world and our place in it. A little "Building it up to drop it down" and "Arete" wrapped up in one.

I do not plan on blogging about DJ'ing -although I may- nor do I plan on blogging about lawyering -yawwwnnn. I am perfectly happy blogging about nothing. And I don't actually plan to blog at all. I plan to write, a true "auctor". Death to blogging! Long live writing and bringing meaning to words! But enough talk, let's hoist this canvas and set sail. 

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Entry 1 -From MacBook with Love

I have often heard (even often from my author mother) that an author's best writing is of what he (or she) knows best. Because I haven't written much the last few years other than legal memos, complaints, and letters demanding things from non-compliant opposing parties, I figured I'd have to leave important subjects off for another day. Besides I don't know anything about war and peace, crime and punishment, or elusive whales. But as often happens when starting small, bigger themes do emerge. At any rate, no one wants to hear the author talk about his own work. Sheesh.

An Ode to My Laptop

You came with no instruction

No assembly or complex construction.

The laptop hard at work

Just with a simple case, cord, and disc-

An unassuming start to our relationship bliss.

Through the good times and the bad

Through the happy and the sad,

You turned on and off so easily,

Slept quietly and stood by patiently

As I left you to live my life apart,

While you just waited for your next start.

You never envied Facebook stalks

Or felt betrayed by my late night Skype talks.

Laptop leading the party

Instead you let me write and record

All with the media on so I wouldn’t be bored.

Even with heavy loads and long hours, still you flew-

From all this I know you’ve always been true.

Though you be technology, I a man-

I have my own memory, gigs, and ram

Of adventures and late nights of parties we led,

And of wintry days just lying in bed.

Oh laptop, laptop, my MacBook Pro

Please be mine forever don’t ever go.

-Esso the Esquire

And no, my MacBook didn't crash or die. It just deserved a little love.