Fee Fi Pho Fum

In which I will not:

Write about pho.
Write about anything in particular.
Write with any articulation.

I think the reason I will never write a novel (certainly not the mythical Great American Novel) is that my level of patience with my own articulation in the context of any sort of writing, other than academic writing, is approximately 45 minutes, after which point I throw up my hands and start babbling about having Warhol's people. I just do not believe execution is my greatest skill. Maybe it's because I'm a native Californian, with all the inborn slack that applies, maybe it's because I'm a Gemini (a triple for those of you that believe in that, and that does not even scratch the surface of my Gemininess); it does not really matter, since I have figured out that I am merely a columnist, a diarist, a chronicler of snippets of life with only whimsy and finite focus.

The sad part is that if I stop and think about it and begin to write about cats, I'm going to turn into Jon Carroll. With that conclusion reached, I sigh.