I Lied

Just a little bit.

Previously, I credited Henry Abbott's TrueHoop as the blog that finally convinced me to dive all the way into the blogosphere.

While that's not inaccurate, it's not all the way true either. There are a handful of other blogs I've flirted with over the years.



A few I've read. Like this one and that one.

This one, too.

Can't forget this one.

And, for professional and personal reasons, this one.

I even tried to write a couple. This one about a movie I made. And this one when I thought I was gonna be the next Bill Simmons.

Now, of course, I've got a whole favorites folder dedicated just to the blogs I keep an eye on. That doesn't mean I live in the blogosphere. But I think I've finally carved out my own little space here.

Maybe.

Like I Thought It Would

Actually, the word "not" should be included in that title.

When I launched this blog back in October, I thought I really needed the outlet. Or maybe it was that I wanted some sort of prompt--preferrably one with a sellable angle like documenting my own re-adolescence--to spur me back into writing.

Um, that didn't work.

But here we are. The end of April, 2007.

The re-adolescence is ongoing. And I suddenly find myself interested in writing again. Maybe it has something to do with the passing of David Halberstam.

But it probably has much more to do with Henry Abbott.

Ever since ESPN.com became the home for TrueHoop, his blog that singlehandedly dispenses big and little pleasures alike to NBA junkies the world over, I find myself justifiably sucked into the blogosphere.

Finally.

Now, I s'pose I have to do something about that.