DIY emergency slippas

ever find yourself barefoot on blacktop fit to sautee soles of feet? fear not . . . find a couple bits of palm frond, an old cardboard box, and save thyself.

Trying again . . . this time, with a bit less pretense.

ok, so 'colinitout' was a n ill-fated choice for a blog name. am i the only one who's made a decision and later regretted it? shoot, at least it wasn't permanent. so here i go again. i am still torn with the very idea of a blog, being that once one begins a venture such as this, it only dooms one to more time spent online rather than outside, enjoying the real world and interacting with people as opposed to inside, enjoying a virtual world and interacting with only digitized ntions of other people. a trap, to be sure . . . most of what seems to go on online, especially in the sidebars, seems to be things we would be better off without. and yet, here i am. and since you are reading this, here WE are. is there any hope?

years ago, what did people do? yes, in the years before blogs? did they walk in the park? get ice cream cones? at worst, write in their journals? even in my short (but ever more hastily lengthening) life, i have seen me some change. in fact, as cliche as it is, it does at times seem to be the only constant around. and thus, the current title of my blog. i'm currently freeloading internet outside a public library, outside of their offerd hours of operation. and yes, i thank them silently as i sit here, rejoicing without a shade of uncertainty that at least some of my tax dollars are actually doing me some immediate good somehow.

i hope to freeload here often.

aloha