JMG: Year Four Begins
Today is JMG's 3rd blogiversary. My first post:
I never in my wildest dreams thought that this here website thingy would turn into what it is: a vibrant little community of activists, malcontents, and smart asses, complete with beloved frequent commenters (Lynette!). And I certainly never thought that I'd be doing occasional stand-up shows or radio appearances. The blogosphere, she is teh crazy. As some of you know, I actually started this blog because I was frustrated by the lack of character spaces afforded by the Manhunt profiles, where I'd been sort of mini-blogging snarky commentary on the wacky online hook-up scene. So props to Manhunt for launching me to JMG, but more so to you, gentle readers. Many of you have become dear real life friends and many more of you have become cybermates. I still don't know where all this is going, but I can tell you that JMG is just about the best thing that's ever happened to me. I thank all of you for dropping by.
I was born and raised in rural North Carolina.
My fondest childhood memory is of playing in the dense, acrid, poison fog that was belched out by the county mosquito control truck, during it's daily dusk-time trip down our dirt road.
The cry of 'Smokey! Smokey!' would fly up and down Nine Foot Road, once the first faint sound of the pest control truck's generator was detected in the distance. Trailer screen doors would slam open and kids would pour into the street for 10 minutes of gleeful, giddy, mad dashing around in the thick white clouds of DDT. We would smash into each other with full force in the blinding swirls and just scream and laugh hysterically, pick ourselves up and start running again. Parents had not a whit of concern about their children playing directly behind the spewing pipes of a pest control truck. In fact, NOT being allowed to play in the poison fog was often held out as potential punishment for misbehavior.
I think this explains a lot about me.