In The Beginning. A Beginnings. Beginnings-ings. Yes that sounds right.

Today marks the start of what I hope will be a better understanding of the world around me. I'm going to be talking about philosophy on this page, which, while not quite a mystery to me, is something I'd like to consider at length in a place built for that purpose. That would be here, Rotten Philosophy, titled as such because I have no misconceptions as to my grasp of the subject.

Also I'm Steakhouse if that's helpful. The name, not the restaurant. The above paragraph for the moment is the end of my musings of the subject of this blog. But not forever, I'll be coming back to it. Promise. Here after, for the duration of this post though I'm going to tell you about myself because you, the reader need information to make a value judgement about myself, the writer.

We'll start there actually, I'm not really a writer. Two paragraphs in and I've already lied to you. A clarification is needed. A mentor of mine has oft suggested that I begin writing, writing more often then I do. I've always wanted to write stories of fiction, though, while I don't believe I'm terrible at it, I can't seem to produce enough to justify a qualification on my work. or even access to the title. I tend to slow down, quickly, and become lethargic. I suppose I don't really want to tell anyone else about the stories I dream of. I'd rather have them told to me by someone better at it then I am. Someone created in a lab with the loveableness of Spielberg, the wit of Pratchett, and the explosions of Bay.

What I am not terrible at is writing my thoughts, which I can say with a bit more certainty. Putting them to paper as they dribble out of my head is actually pretty damn easy, though as far as composition goes... well, we'll see. I've also become interested in what my thoughts are on the nature of things so that seems as good a place to start as any, hence this blog (ergo, vis-à-vis, concordantly). We'll see where it goes.

The creation of this blog is somewhat spur of the moment as the day has left me somewhat adrift, so I don't have a hard list prepared of what I personally believe about the nature of man, life, and the cosmos just yet. Suffice it to say that I'm white, male and jewish. I'm neither rich nor poor, a deist, moderate with liberal and conservative leanings, and have no connection with either the Republicans or Democrats. I enjoy a variety of fine art, a wide selection of music, and tend toward the heterosexual with pornography. I'm currently unemployed, though that could change next week or in a year. I play games, read books, and watch a very select amount of television, often months after it's been vetted by people who are much more willing to subject themselves to it en mass then I am. I grew up in a white suburban neighborhood, find tall things other than trees and mountains threatening, and have the occasional drink.

There as a starter I think that's sufficient. Judge away. Nobody actually dismisses philosophical thought (any thought really) on the basis of the theory's strengths/weaknesses, who does that? You dismiss the ideas based on how horrible a human being you think the author is! I don't know just yet how much of myself and my life is going to creep into this blog and mingle with the honest to god subject matter, but I can tell you that it will be there.

When I have some solid thoughts put together I'll begin defining my personal philosophies. A starter list with modern bullet points will adjoin it.