The October Revolution

Amigo, my name is mud.

I am a writer; a most precarious form of employment. I spend my day's reading, drinking ridiculously bad (yet reasonably priced) black coffee and occationally gesturing wildly with my pen whilst melodramatically posturing about something historical.

I am, amongst other things, also a student. So the reading, bad coffee and posturing all goes on rather endlessly until one of two things happens: either I slowly sink into the foetal position, rocking backwards and forwards to the beat of my friends yelling 'Shanti! Shanti!' or I begin to find lemons (all citrus really) immeasurably amusing and can't stop laughing till the tears arrive. If you find this hard to relate to, don't worry... so do I.

By nights Mighty Mouse and I fight felony and minor misdemeanours on the upper east side.
Think Sonny and Cher (the early years), Bonnie and Clyde, Rumple and Stiltskin...

I answer to Harvey, hey you, Est Cashew and on more than one occasion to the charming endearment of 'bill-face'. That is: a face that would suit the addition of a bill; specifically that of a platypus. Other epitaphs that I've collected over the years include tiny giant-brain head, book-whore and you cunning demented space monkey... don't you just love having friends.

I've started this blog to commemorate that turning point in my life. The moment where I stand up as a fellow carbon-based lifeform and declare, 'This is who I am, you deal'. And now I have this blog if that moment ever does come along I shall be ready to celebrate it fully...

I live on Spaceship Earth in the mindlessly similiar ghetto of Nowheresville (10 minutes from If-I-had-to-live-here-I-would-turn-to-hard-liquor), where even the suburbs have suburbs and political apathy is not minding what's on the idiot box...

Yet beyond a deep desire for coffee (tall, dark and handsome) there actually are few things I am truly passionate about. I love the land I live on (like a hamster loves the wheel) but the itch to travel consumes me. I have a rather distressing confession to make: I love politics, and naive little child that I am I believe that I can make a difference. Nietzsche's ubermensch I am not, but I do wish to reshape just a little of the universe to my will... I love to read, to learn, to be inspired by the writen word and to imagine worlds that have been, could never be, and might one day come to past. Most of all I love not just the escape but the return to reality with clear eyes.